This is a song about "Nas"

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

That rakim, az, nas, and kool g rap multis was changin' us,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

When nas dropped illmatic in 94' hip hop was frozen

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I was sure to become the next nas but i had to let my dream purify

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Bark like nas but still come with nothin.