This is a song about "I got them blicks"

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Stereotypes call them terrorists, always got a scheme

Laziness got the best of them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I got a lot of them, watch me back 'em up

Who got the whole game inspired and got them sounding their way

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

You got ssh packets, i say let them roll

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

I think i got a thesaurus for a mind i spit them torturous lines

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my

And it's a fact, i got a million of them posses

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave