This is a song about "Mitchell has a chose"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

My medication, has got me on a elevation

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

So i chose to be a stoner to escape from this unreality

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

A new god has come into play

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

As my name get bigger this game get different

This industry has us all in a slump

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

I ain't interested in fame

This life has just become a strain,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old