This is a song about "Kerry bean"

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Never exposed to elements, nothing but lima bean

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

You claim to like girls but mr "skitzer" never ever flicks a bean

Im as sweet as a jelly bean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe