This is a song about "In the gsc"

They gon' love me for my ambition

That the villains are pulling in

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Whether you wrong or you right

In the face of the outside.

He's in the books he's in the cites

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

We pray while we prey on competition

The pain stains the brain with delays in

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer