This is a song about "Reggie willey"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

With out people like reggie, jay-z, tupac and biggie

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

This that reggie against the knicks shit, jordan 'gainst the jazz/