This is a song about "Mccoy got traded"

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

I got my drink, i got my music

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Damn i forgot how much money he got

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Just a feeling i've got

He say, she say." oh my god

We'll fuck up everything we got,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Immortality like i have got

And don't make vibrations stop

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got through elementary,

I got more and you got less

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success