This is a song about "Connie chow petit"

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I wanted the money and never the fame

I just bought a ticket for the crazy train

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

My flow is picturesque, picture this like snap chat

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

So snapchat me mami let me peek at chu

But even then there are sharks waiting to feed.

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet