This is a song about "Bootleg"

Everything thats green is pretty damn nifty

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I feel like an alcoholic, no more gin

All wale talking is ambition

Coming out from underground,

If you to check out

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Too bad that dawg is unauthentic all bark with no bite

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

They at the same spot they making no progress

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

You can find me underground like a terrier

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

With out you i feel incomplete,

For the low that nine cheap