This is a song about "It s the end for you s"

Heard you do anything for a pair of 110s

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

It´s the battle of life

I used to have a nine to five

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours