This is a song about "Orchastra s"

You get close but no cigar

Bad, just like an 80's car

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

When you took my hand up so calm

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Here i go again, falling in love again

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

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

They slowly showin they colors