This is a song about "Got hit by the eye by papi wit da old box cutter dat you hit off da thigh"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Da nigga still fucked 'round. yo, hit da kill switch

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk,

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

Da da da da then, it hit me now, oh wow!

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

You messin wit da truth,

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Still nobody cared, you could see by the look in his eye,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes