This is a song about "Petta file"

Put you file for all your dumb shit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

I never smiled as a juvenile

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,