This is a song about "12 states of georgia"

Bring the battering ram where you live

For the first 12 years of my life

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates