This is a song about "Guys with hardwork"

And i got guys with eyes so dead they look to me for their thrills

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

You just stupid guy and hang around with stupid guys

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

The race war, when it's us against all of them

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

And keep away from clients this bad guys

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Deceiving the heads with prices. i'm one of the big guys.

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I just shake dice

"this shit is scary guys,