This is a song about "Coyote tango"

Watch a tick sit then slap that bitch wrong,

I get slight work like big sean

Stalk that time get it get it time,time,oh give me some mo time

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Cause unemployment hit me hard tick bill couldn't reimburse

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see