This is a song about "Mind in a daze watchin the planes not with cash with the blood that s from your veins laid back like a recliner puffin on that marijuana i want to get rich quick or just die but that causes drama i ll be bathing in glamor and diss you till you burst in pa"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I am trapped in a world that i dont want be in and i find that there's no

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I want you to see that you're the sea i swim in

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

And if that is a lie, that'll be with you till you die

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

But the fact is that i'd i still take a bullet for you and die

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap