This is a song about "Kool guys"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Guys like ya entering this site

And keep away from clients this bad guys

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Her last nigga cheated just like the other guys

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And we'll keep goin' back to kool herc, turntables and mic

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

I used to have a nine to five

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies