This is a song about "I don t know a song"

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

She's so proud/ now that i don't don the shroud/ as a crown

You know i wrote this song for the many crustaceans

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Didn't do a thing at all

You don;t thin anymore

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.