This is a song about "Hello there whats your name"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

A tic-tac, sittin there lieing on your back, ya, now you know whats up, so

I feel good, i look great

Whats your question, please restate,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

When change come to your name

Well rick james, maury jane

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Your crews full of pussys that cant stand there ground, whats gonna happen when spb rolls around,

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Ya you're right i’ll never forget your name