This is a song about "65"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Flowing sweeter than some motherfucking molasses,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

65. is to be selective,

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Finna blow up quick, kill beats and toe-tag shit,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Hand me a microphone, and watch the crowd just holla, yo,

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Ho, i seize the amplifiers with no damn survivors,

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

I can always go home and look down my street

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Don't approach my persona, bitch, he might go off,