This is a song about "420 bill aze it fa gates"

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

So pass the heinekin and slide a bill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

I don't do dishes but i throw away your mothafuckin plates//

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/