This is a song about "Racketeering"

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

And if our plans fall through then fuck it, nah

Don’t worry bout your man baby, he ain’t gotta know

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

She can't know where my mother stay

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Whining close to corruption for a petty award

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin