This is a song about "Nancy kaleal s diligence"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

S queezys very bold

Black woman you cold

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And you all will respect that

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease