This is a song about "Jon douglas geathers"

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I massacre you while you are on the jon

So to wrap things, you douglas never did give me a break

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

One that could smash on stephen hawking or albert einstein.

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Shit im making history im already legendary, fucking stephen kings cary in her hairy ass pussy,

They call me edifrom the side that's seedyyoung nigga greedy, so i'm runnin up on these niggas easy

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

But it's still cool just to dream man because