This is a song about "Major"

And ill hiss major diss gave you a lisp

I promise to keep it honest

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Everyday we make a major decision,

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

So good bye, and should you major this bit?

And if i'm down with this banging shit

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And informing all you lames that i may not appear as major

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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

From 93 til infinity, we poppin major drama still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

She was a major curse

And what about the rappers