This is a song about "Lama s"

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Or let the mob handle that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Spitting hot shit like a lama in some lava,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

And could i be a star

Bad, just like an 80's car

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress