This is a song about "Mick vega"

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I just faced a vega

These paper from bodega

Call this shit osama's track, people hatin' lucifer,

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I destroy people in these raps like i'm hercules,

And that ain’t no donnie simpson

Sirius has now arisen.

That's lucifer, and he's beast when he's writin' his rhymes,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

//yo motherfuckers y'all been sleeping on lucifer....

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

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