This is a song about "Iz u down"

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

Standing down low wishin u could disapear like a magician

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Yo i ain't gonna dies u or else i'll miss u

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

For the next thing down your chimney has u between sheets like ron isley

And everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary