This is a song about "Dumb mc s ladies and gangsters of the street"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

And for the ladies you can be any age you want

Bang! is the only sound of the street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I'm cream of the crop but the ladies just don't realise it,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

To try and become the next mc

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street