This is a song about "I guess this is it"

I guess this is rap in its pure form

December 4th a star was born

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

See i let my nigga split that

I swear to fuck now this, is, it!

In the streets ,i guess this shit is a mess

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I don't normally, i-i-i don't normally

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I guess weapons can help, i guess it pays

All i've found is luck, guess i got it from the motherland,

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I swear to fuck now this, is, it!