This is a song about "And idol"

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Grab the scissors and saws and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Poke out from behind her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Snipers chilling in idol building waiting to take my life and end it

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper