This is a song about "Little mind made men"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

You, made a mistake when you challenged this mind

They'll never become better men

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Cause men lie, women lie

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Nastiest over-limit went men

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto