This is a song about "Fresh pair of jays"

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

But, ion cherish shit, flyer than a pair of chicks

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Youll need a pair of long stilts to step up to me

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

In a pair of acid wasted

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

And a sexy pair of lips id love to kiss too

To tell you were being lied to,manipulated by disguised fools

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Got a whole team of guns only gotta pair of hands

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles