This is a song about "Quanah parker"

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I am president carter

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

Milton bradley monopoly keep your pieces copped

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Night i need that she comin here right away

It reminds me of marvin gaye and carson mcrae,