This is a song about "Petite figure exotic smoking"

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tossin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic, mind

Im bionic my flows exotic im bout to wet niggas with my flow so

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Tryin' to figure a way out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

We figure can change the figure

And i just want to hold her

I guess i can't figure

I don’t care where ya are

Got that best body yah i love her figure,

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Still straught to figure out all of it

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit