This is a song about "703"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Cold heart steady dreamin of tropical climates

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

My eyes are open now im seeing in a different manner

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Astronaut point of view takin in the panorama

Aint concerned with the shit talking and the chitter chatter

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

They left daniel alone to fight with the lions