This is a song about "Bal 27"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Rappin is sess, laced with rock and yes/

And i caress them sets/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Your killin me, with novice flows, you gotta go/

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Came back after 27 years of life sentenced but a changed man

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

She going to borrow some money

Bitch don't live without the d/

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

This is a joke. could rap bout dissin the pope/

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex