This is a song about "Biggie smalls mix wit yg shooting shit down"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

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

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

Open side malls and broken ride smalls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Nigga u aint shit until piss drop down

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts