This is a song about "Qui ana"

I ain't with the talking

You stupid? there's no such thing

But were gone frome the scene

Come see real niggas on my team

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Off the potion and the potent choking on the smoke i'm token

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Cause fucking imagination is my thing,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Police perplexed that the suspect had dissected his neck

Know that it’s god working

He was the next big thing

Cause they fear me in physical form

Youll get your fucking neck torn,