This is a song about "Ricsi s ass"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

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

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

We hustle to survive

It´s the battle of life

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

See i let my nigga split that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep