This is a song about "Gta 1"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

Zone 1, sosa rolled, stand up

The cool say i'm thug

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You only have 1 shot, when you only get 1 shot