This is a song about "Cactus banguuito"

I go hard every time making points like a cactus,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

Fuck your family cactus suck' fantasy for you actress

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus