This is a song about "Karl west"

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

I'm the best in the west from california to maine

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I’m not from alabama

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

Life has put her to the test

I am the next kanye west

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip