This is a song about "Michelle s money"

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Just to match the grind with precision

And that´s how it has begun