This is a song about "Cleopatra comming at ya"

Baby all i do is rap

Comming straight outta the trap

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

The boa know they loving the crew

Who sleep at night hoping ya dreams come true

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Cuz the gun is at ya dome you don't want to hear it talk

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog