This is a song about "Arizona"

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I'm gonna hit you with that thunder like seattle,

And the sex will lock her down see my stick is the gavel

But my raps tear you down you the broncos im seattle.

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

//yo it's lucifer comin' straight from mississippi

I from kentucky. i got the mussel. i got the money. i got yellow hummer with the three on it.

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

I'm always busy, like a retarted kid spelling mississippi,