This is a song about "Greg the peg"

Long as she come to me first

I'm in the the real world

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

The realist in the game

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably