This is a song about "Johnny and jacob being my boys"

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

And what about the rappers

I'm caged up in state prison

And, boys try to pull a fast one