This is a song about "39"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

39. i'm the key to the facts,

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

Where every recipient, property of the state

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.