This is a song about "Chico bean"

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Swag out the ass, i'm the man, fuck chico

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

You claim to like girls but mr "skitzer" never ever flicks a bean

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Never exposed to elements, nothing but lima bean

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe