This is a song about "Nando s isikeli"

10th grade, eyes red as shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Like a male version of lauryn hill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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