This is a song about "Its mancini"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Uh, its elementary

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Yea its my group its my legion

And you can tell everyone

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Its inhumanity,

Its an imagination

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

Cuz we keep slipping its slippery, its getting ridiculous