This is a song about "Major"

And i be on the block all day

I need money in a major way

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

She was a major curse

But we still real brothers

Kids on there's nothing there while my major organs play like instruments

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble