This is a song about "Bradley cox"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I say fuck off and walk off

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I'm cream of the crop but the ladies just don't realise it,

Ill do more work then lesters cattle, come back you wanna battle, lets didi

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I wouldn't even call this a battle, it feels like im out here prodding cattle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Trying to give them light and a message

On they car note to go to the club

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Envisioning about a leader, and end up vigilant

Nigga i'm alpha leader,

My records sell, yes sir