This is a song about "Simon bolivar"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I con science, an icon to my alliance

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Each pray, you fray, molds you like clay, thought it was a play

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Be careful who you're messing with when you call the bluff out

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Tried to run from home and you called that bluff

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I grew up in nola city,