This is a song about "Boonk ga"

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Put through the street, home was no place for me.

My team supreme the name will always ring,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling