This is a song about "Dead mans hand"

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Give us this day, our daily bread

Even when my dreams are dead

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Been running around trying find a job

But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

600 benz, house six hundred grand

With a blunt in there hand,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit