This is a song about "Caleb s hand job"

But now invisible cells around your brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Miami nights, made a couple grand

To get to hold your hand

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

The outline which you n****s out dated

Could be applied to this shit

Your chick said i'm hot

I run out on the job.

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,