This is a song about "Eric s sturycz"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Eric heiden skating toe game playing chess while he lappin

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters