This is a song about "Don t touch my r"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

As i'm watching the snow fall

You don;t thin anymore

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back