This is a song about "Ima keepa"

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Unlike you ima real purebred,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And ima suffocate

I'm a son of a gun

Ima man of no religion

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Unlike you ima real purebred,

Bitches ima suck seed

Mmg and that's my clique

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

But ima go find him

Ima change the whole world

We left em a world that's cursed