This is a song about "Mane"

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

I wanted the money and never the fame

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Like a young dude... i'm become mane,

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Now that's what you call a game

But that's what causes the shot mane

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Gotta lay low in the future mane

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Gotta lay low in the future mane