This is a song about "Metric dactyl"

Got four underneath the old-school as well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

I think i'm starting to get tired, let me wake up dink a couple energy drinks and get wired

Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin outlawzbefore i leave, make sure everybody heard

Got them little red dots directed at your face

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Look at her figuer, i could never win her, fuck i need to get those digits,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

You're a drag queen with european genes

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits