This is a song about "Nathan s an ultra gigga nigga"

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

24 bars nigga, i don't need an umbrella

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

But when the times right, my raw talent shines brighter then ultra violet lights

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

It´s the battle of life

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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