This is a song about "Levi"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I've proven i'm devoted and i deserve to be discovered,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay