This is a song about "Dom s bitch"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I go fast 'n furious in this bitch, dom torretto in this bitch.

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple