This is a song about "I ll"

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

And ll cool j i always respected what he got to say always brought

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad