This is a song about "Peruvian prime ministers"

Daking 420 even prime would cut the shit your spitting

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

You arent near my level your cockier than prime

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I'm here anytime, so gawk at my sublime line's from my prime/

I promise to keep it honest

Smoking prime only the finest....

But that was only one time

Sound off for a man in his prime

But cant denie the fact im coming to my prime.

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

Trying to bring hip-hop back into it's prime/