This is a song about "840"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

I try and look at it from a different perspective

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Or else the endless cycle continues and rotates

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Someone murdered the track and ive been primely suspected

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Spacial inhibitors keeping us prisoners

Now i got the instrumental infected like small pox

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots