This is a song about "Ronan chunk"

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Tearstained and they hand out advice

I need a backyard full court size

They wouldn't be nothing

Wheres the part where i sing

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Ain't had none in a while i need sum aspirations

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz