This is a song about "Richards nan"

Sectors n networks of settlers go westwards in search of their next work

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

You ever paid attention in there? me either

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

White capris on the legs of a woman who’s middle aged

Now everybody put your hands up high

No not really, im not a tough guy,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

They divorced, the reason? well back then it was unknown

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see/ live yung n wild n free/

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Cuz you were the only woman i truly adored,