This is a song about "Francisco franco"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I'm blatant evil, run this shit, you know that i'm a psycho prick,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

See the way we get portrayed as criminals, that ain't honest,

To be honest it was simply miraculous

Play hard to get, females get jealous

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Y'all give those thugs sympathy? i think that's blatant slaughter,

"open the door, fucker, im here"

Quietly becoming a top tier

"three i be hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

But it was africa the continent we all came from

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.