This is a song about "Got emmmmmmm"

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Pawning my chain in the shop

Just a feeling i've got

I got more and you got less

Dc has never seen such progress

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Got high and my brain got mushy...

I've got as many inches as he's got day's; nine

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

Nigga's talk they'd attacked me but wouldn't steal a taxi

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain