This is a song about "P rico fake jordan s"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Hustling tryna make this p

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Made it to the dream team like micheal jordan

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained