This is a song about "A rap about a cactus"

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

But a crime about a gentlemen, wait no

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Can’t say my name but rap about a nigga’s wife

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Your about to witness a massacre

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother