This is a song about "My homie ryan nate are gonna take over"

The rhymes inside my brain are insane, they're over-stocked,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

It's gonna take more than amoxicillin to rid me of my chronic lyrical sickness

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender