This is a song about "Homosexuals get stricken by bricks like fake pricks"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Don't allow pricks to effect you/ not ideal to deal with the ordeal by being hectic/