This is a song about "Nicky lyons"

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Cant tame this inner lion, bitch im not a ring leader

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

And i'm from the dirty south,

Coz im out on bail from the county jail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

From the projects to the penthouse

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!