This is a song about "Ding a ling"

I'm a pro your a minor,

She should have invited her

As i light one for ill will

Your a show without a channel

With a ba and a masters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

[ding ding] oh hi there maid what have you got for me today? no cake?

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Influences are a dime a dozen

I can always depend on my mama

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Given a velocity and a direction

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win