This is a song about "Pickering mans"

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

I came to leave behind my legacy and put this mans mind on mankind/

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

Im happier when high and drunk

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

But it isn't confined to a small mans imagination, but rather redefined by a man,

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

Got racks you don’t understand

Cuz he was messing in no mans land