This is a song about "Gilly bean"

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

You claim to like girls but mr "skitzer" never ever flicks a bean

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Never exposed to elements, nothing but lima bean

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen