This is a song about "Miranda s ass"

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

The outline which you n****s out dated

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,

Bad, just like an 80's car

Don't go to far

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black