This is a song about "It s on"

Hold on,let me watch it

They was on that mase shit

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

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

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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