This is a song about "232"

Now go pull up your panties, and let go of my hand please

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

You're my bitch understand me, don't forget where you stand see?

With your girl gettin' handy, but you know how she can be

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Take a risk up the ante, like you don't need a nanny

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

On your back like i'm acne, shit your pants like i'm flax seed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I'm a rap vigilante, all my rhymes are uncanny