This is a song about "Cesars bighead"

Blasting off and slacking off/

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

You ain't sucha big shot now are ya?

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

Yo you should rap in a comedy show,

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Got tired of running from the police

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,