This is a song about "501"

And chicks dig my tongue twisters

When they twist and talk with they fingers

I'm the shit like i got the shits

Just another product of this matrix

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Get off a key like i can’t sing

In jaws is where my name staying

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Only writing awesome hits

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits