This is a song about "Its mancini"

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Yea its my group its my legion

Its in my mind, its takin over, its gettin closer

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Its affecting adrenaline

Cold, my style making my nose run

This is serious, its not funny, and its shining like gold cause its stunning

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Fuck this shit its scary its time to go fly, guy

Its an imagination

Catch you up on places i've been

Third ward general, young cash money

Slowing its exponentially