This is a song about "Jamaican culture"

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

It's in hip-hop culture that we disrespect our women,

I'm taking over this culture, i'll run the game like a music conductor.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

They are tied by the walls of this sadistic culture

Me if i ever insult your culture or beliefs

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets