This is a song about "Getting down at the 49"

He'll fall down at my feet

The revolution will proceed

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I poop so hard my face farts to the

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

A player getting played at his own game

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like poop smeared on the walls

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Your life is a product of trash