This is a song about "Andrew wharton"

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

You fags, send ya to hells gates

High: that's why they call us planes

Bad bitch riding shotgun

Dexterity size of martin

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

You forget this shit comes from the street

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Message for nintendo, sega and the old ware.

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air