This is a song about "Ima mane"

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

And ima suffocate

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

But ima go find him

Got me rushed to the station

But that's what causes the shot mane

Through all the rain and the pain

Baby ima have to confess,

Dc has never seen such progress

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

The piece of me that makes me hu-mane, and not quite so insane.