This is a song about "It"

Well, i can handle that

It makes me sad to see it

What goddamn it, which motherfucker jammed it?

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Ya love it gone admit it