This is a song about "Rollin with my boys"

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried