This is a song about "Scripps ranch"

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Like oh yeah thats that dude

That's why they can't mess up my flow

You want my fame, heck no

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Turn twenty in a couple of weeks a new house put my name on the lease

That is a heck of a thing for the wife when you come home,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I'll push carts just to buy a fuckin launch pad/

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Go ahead and try to tattle, i'll brand your momma like cattle.

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

"goddam dude he's legit!"

See i let my nigga split that

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Cattle to the slaughter they all wander like drones