This is a song about "Lama s"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

We all follow the decree of dali lama, forget

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

With the goons i spar

Bad, just like an 80's car

It´s the battle of life

What we gotta do to survive

I promise i'mma call you back

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