This is a song about "Beasties thots rick flare whoo weed gangsta superman money haters strippers cocain"

Make room for the groom married to his music

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Someone better let rick james out

I've got nothin' to worry about

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

He tries to be a gangsta,

Yeah, one time for the