This is a song about "Pulling cones in menai bp"

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

And it's pulling me apart a part

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,