This is a song about "Abc s"

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less