This is a song about "Buggy malone"

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Mami told me son, hold your own

Aint see stockton or malone

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip