This is a song about "I know what the boys like"

Now i got ya attention ya know what the hell i’m saying.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

And i don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

I feel like i'm insane, i don't know what to say, its the voice talking.

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

And i know what all the cops are bastards

Boys oink like you in the middle

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

I'm writing lyrics like i know what to do