This is a song about "58"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's hot in here like nelly nelly.

Wanna spend it all on you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Lights coming up, night coming up,

I know you're mad, but so what

Illiterate! can't understand my lyrical content

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

I'm rhyming, shining, autograph signing,

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

I'm killin it! my hand's the detonator to rhyme bombing.

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

Can't even handle when i be rhyming you stupid foo.

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you