This is a song about "Bktastic thinks she s fantastic"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Kaiser soze, we never see him

And if ya boy thinks yo a virgin

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

Got to the end of the tunnel

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

She thinks she's free, but i'd have to disagree

Tell them niggas we coming

She thinks this guy isn't a something