This is a song about "My reputation for bangladesh"

To assassinate your reputation, and annihilate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Got a decent reputation and im here to defend it

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

What up girl, tell me how you been

And your false reputation

His reputation can't get any lower

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Going out like kurt, i doubt it'll hurt my reputation/

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Coming at me with weak lines your reputation is now tarnished.

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest