This is a song about "Atticus finch"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

You gotta go all day for that gold

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

That the green is his motive

Wish i could shed all these tears

Now you got me hopped up on that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit