This is a song about "He on xan"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Man this life is but a dream

He aint clean on a scene

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

"he bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

He even rules on heaven's throne!

Stop blowin' up my cell phone