This is a song about "Aries"

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Immortalized you into my masterpiece my mona lisa

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

My ram is 1000 gb, and i'm the fastest.

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

If they find that stash box just one time

You feel anguish here's the sign

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Every day, a star is born,

If she could just show me a sign

She prefer the dutty wine

I look like the fuckin mona lisa

I try to tell them i'm one of the