This is a song about "It s me"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

The outline which you n****s out dated

But for long time i had gone cold

S queezys very bold

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

To this day, the game, will never be the same