This is a song about "S oking"

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Top ranked, number one my son

And that´s how it has begun

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

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough