This is a song about "Posters"

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

With nothing but a bottle of skin lotion and barney posters,

Growing up i had your posters o

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Their face appears on missing cat posters

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse