This is a song about "Armada"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

But do you smoke crack sir?

That damier bag i bought her

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

 the last thing you would hear would be " no sir",

My records sell, yes sir

Say bye bye to her

I ain't tryna brag though

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Track 1.) enter the underground (shook ones pt. ii)

You know i am not gon stop

I though i was red hot

Driving so gucci, move over, you never i never need brakes

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/