This is a song about "Andy warhol"

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

My fake accent ain't the only thing i put down under mate

I'll let them build their own reputation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

We still ride though

I start to build, and grow

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

That happen to act like a black president

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

I'm the reason behind every fall

My man got a feel for your ass

Your life is a product of trash

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

So if i talk down to a man

Would you like to build a snowman