This is a song about "Drugs sex n rap n roll"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts

Snatched n' grasped what you lack in rap

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Rhymes the only thing coming easy, ill fuck rap n marry it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Always on some new shit cnn

Sure he died in 96 n

You mental state deteriorates n,

I wish i’ll never see you again