This is a song about "Its mancini"

Smoking weed out in london

Its affecting adrenaline

You know, work that

Its full bad,its just sad

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Its inhumanity,

Hey, must be the money

One time give it up for him

Its in operation

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

When nerves grow and words are soared its,