This is a song about "27"

Small, but you talkin' big

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And i caress them sets/

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Bitch don't live without the d/

Bitch, i might make you my baby

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/