This is a song about "Hannah the lezbo"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Just as you rose you will fall

Where the ball meets the wall

That they have some fuckin spasm issues like hannah montana

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Fuck it, i'm done

The bigger the the fun