This is a song about "Camron dallas"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Keep spitting like that, then you will be a charlotte bobcat

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Miami heat has nothing on me / lebron's shot's like a zombie

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Murder without malice, no remorse was shown in dallas

I dilly dally when in this- n' still i batter your senses

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Muskets and swords at lexington and concord

I style on new york, pile up my fork