This is a song about "Chetco inn"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

He can be sneaky like an assassain or walk in to holiday inn

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

// [you can fence in your yard]

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I'm passed the hall of fame/

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g