This is a song about "Reilly s relish"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

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

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And that´s how it has begun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women