This is a song about "Jeff s life"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Foolish, i be on that new shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

When that money calls i holla back