This is a song about "Faze enic"

Plus haters don't faze me, they insult, but they can always be

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Im not racist but i am crazy non of them fake ass killers can faze me,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

If i faze out in from of you, please don't be mad at me

I am saze burn others like blaze now gonna make you faze

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

But now the world don't even faze me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Long believing that nothing could faze me daze me.

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

When im happy, i act crazy drinkin like swazy and still no one can faze me,

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city