This is a song about "H man"

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Thought its h 2 o, got close to swal-lowing it

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Money long from here to japan

If he got half a man,

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate