This is a song about "On my arm there s a tribal tattoo"

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

I was on some tribal shit...

You'll have a back tattoo, ill make sure to see it through

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice