This is a song about "Nathan s rectum"

And you all will respect that

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

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

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

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less