This is a song about "Izzy mina"

Out of this coviction of feelings

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Not a single verse she can't cover

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

All these other rappers to you they're no par, skill discrepancy you spitters are so scarce

Got her going down, no teeth

Top of my pile of bodies

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

I ain't no politician but i'll kick it with em a minute

When i came to the exchange i picked it up i said yup lets do this

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish