This is a song about "Reese s puffs"

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

A thug niggas in tha house

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,