This is a song about "Mick jagger"

Take her to my place put a rag on her face and pour water on it/

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I've had enough of the bullshit and people taking the mick,

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Of the nearest gas station,

Oh-kay, here's the situation

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

No i can't drive a car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold