This is a song about "Reese s"

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

The outline which you n****s out dated

Could be applied to this shit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

S queezys very bold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,