This is a song about "I can apply the distributive"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I can say the day obama got elected

And i can see the roof. uhh.

Yeah, one time for the

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I wish i can spread the word of jesus so others can hear it

And i like the hoes that need passion

Listen, i can feel the attraction

I can brag all day about the flag

When love comes callin', don’t look back

The fact that i can live without you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

So i can see, lyrical diamonds, the finest

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I can be the fucking best