This is a song about "Cons"

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

I'll give you pros and cons about you man

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

But i guess pros outweighed the cons

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Before the king sings his conquest, haven't seen his cons yet

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops