This is a song about "I m not getting dreads"

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

A legend have to bow, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away looking back hoping