This is a song about "Mohamed was"

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

You know i stick to the script

Was it insufficient?

Because this is how it was,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

All i ever done was

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

You was bigger than an artist

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

She was lucky, so was her brother

Of impactful things one can ask for