This is a song about "Nam rad"

Im tired of being the third wheel

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

Cuz you aint slippin by, names princess but bio says that he's a guy

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Spit a couple bars if they get a dose bet they come back

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

No matter how many tries

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Giving me no entitlements

He dont want the diamonds

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance