This is a song about "Simon"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Then died hard like bruce willis, though the death with not insisted

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

But try'n 2b more mild mannered than bruce wayne

Like steve i need a clue man your really telling me?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I feel this beat like doug

I said i don’t give a fuck

And yea we both coming

But joseph u aint did nothing

Maybe this is some stuff joseph u can't even feel

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot