This is a song about "Get a couple 6 packs"

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands

That scary love, never get married love

So let me name a couple kings to get ya mind straight,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Worth a couple bills

And took a couple pills

Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin outlawzbefore i leave, make sure everybody heard

I think i'm starting to get tired, let me wake up dink a couple energy drinks and get wired

Then understand that i'm the one, that packs a punch much like a gun.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Why a black nigga take ass over class