This is a song about "Lion"

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Fuck now from a lion i'm a dane but still greater than y'all doggies you're just lame

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Ill go mad like a lion when he roars!

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Cold world no blanket son

Yes ghostt i am the lion.

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Sides, this i ain't liking, quit biting, me, you're no lion.

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

I consider myself to battle like a lion. man you aint nothin keep tryin but quit

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit