This is a song about "Do the zephyr"

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Fuck that job been around that block

Okay man you do the drop

My sleepin' pills though, shit man do they do the trick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I can do this music the way i do because im wit

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

And the kinda shit you use to do,

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Hed do it- this the letter for before i fucking do it.

Do the math, get the sum

For the outlawz, here we come