This is a song about "Shyanne is afriad of me"

32 lines of bitching is what you give me. crap,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Or is it cause not one of you mc's can break me?

The paranoia of a life lived high is scrubbed from me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

It's a mystery why everyone is so sick of me

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see