This is a song about "Fireman s lift"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Lift your eyebrow up high

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Face the pain and lift up the chalice

Cause you can't lift more than a stick

I bet you hear that white music

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Vicious lyrics lift my spirits

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!