This is a song about "Quick scope hard scope no scope three sixty"

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

And he looked for hoes, i scope the throws

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

I'll meet you in the sky

But no matter how hard i try

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

A quick thinker you go against her no time to tinker

Digest cannabis, while i spit scope

We running that show all around the globe

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

It's only been three years and you no longer remember me