This is a song about "Ringo starr"

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Cause they right down the street

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

For some made up shit he didn't do i had to pay the bail

I just want somebody i can see

Long prequel with me, but that's all history

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

This is hell's spot, where people tell cops, to bail knock

It has to be so known that what sown you have to reap

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Will i ever sell a ticket? will i ever sign for a milli

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply