This is a song about "Air force ones and ralph lauren"

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

And mobb deep was runnin' shook ones, they was meant for this

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

And there the ones giving out theses illnesses.

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

We are the chosen ones and it's time for our exodus/

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Let some in the air and say

But i ain't get to see you today

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Always together in the darkest dark times and the brightest bright ones