This is a song about "Procter and gamble"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I gave a shit, a gamble that lassoed me into being played a bit

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Living young and wild and free

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

And a fridge and some broccoli

Cause some of you bitches funny

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

This how i hear it different

What i do, through and through and

Social conditioning and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend