This is a song about "I love my idol"

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

"take off my thong...i love you...i have for so long"

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Like a fiend off the best rock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I hate my design but roll with the love

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And i listen to common

I love to pull out my gun

Success is my idol being broke is my rival

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro