This is a song about "Biggie smalls guns"

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

I've never spat on a biggie beat

Teachers told biggie smalls he'd be a trash man

Can you picture my specific plan

Influences being, mobb deep, eminem, snak the ripper, biggie smalls & jedi mind tricks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns