This is a song about "38"

A warrior, a soldier, or a sniper eyeing down line of sight

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Hip hop isnt a blight on society, it is its fucking delight

Im on top of my game, they look wilted like they woke up and had strokes

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Beat drops 38 seconds (listen to intro)

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

I'll make sure these bars are nice, no rewrite,

Now move back over here to the right

Switch up, now i don't wanna go gangster now, don't want to provoke

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

So fuck ross's apology stop being polite

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right