This is a song about "Liam thompson"

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

They claim it as their own, africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Wait, what? you're so bad that you don't even get your own butt?

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,