This is a song about "1800"

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Cus now im think about mo doe

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Aye it almost got me 6 feet

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Yea i live on the beach

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I c this paper an its comin my way now

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Ill come an slap a hoe around

Vsu don't regret you

Yea i played wit that shit too