This is a song about "I 75"

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

I regret how i treated you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher