This is a song about "James and lillian"

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

I don't know what you heard about

Someone better let rick james out

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison