This is a song about "Fo shizzle"

In private, not public in the streets

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

Three dorra extra fo dorra extra if you wanna take that shit home

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

Ur body lookin fo someone to blame

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

But at least fo' i die i'll get one or two on who let this happen,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

C'mon c'mon open up yo mind fo a second

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

No need fo that vest cuz these hollowtips penetrate/

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid