This is a song about "Dixon ticonderoga"

And im not hating on the black like i was dixon to merle

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

Sun up to sun down

As rap's king, i wear the crown

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Headshots at the throne, blood stains the crown

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

But i always got a clean crown

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Quitters never win and im here to take the crown

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires