This is a song about "Now they re grabbing there macs and ak s"

And now there in my head.

My god come before this bread

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Had to re align and not resign

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

They would act like they packed macs and smoked hash when,

One here and one there now your body lay rested

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit