This is a song about "Getting bitches and making cash having fun doing that and taking over the world with my niggers"

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

Came into play. his friend layed out a line told him to sniff it cuz it will clear his

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

And spit all over the world from on top it

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And screamed “you think i’m doing this for fun!”