This is a song about "Lovepreet nd hamza"

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

To sit hear nd let my baby protect you?

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Nd get high till reality is wrong

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

These is for da niggas who always put u down nd say that ur not able to make it

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Cause me nd you bout to have a lil' chat

I sing nd let it ring

Know that it’s god working

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs