This is a song about "Still solomon"

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Mc still nothing but net

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

Or let the mob handle that

Still unravelling rap

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Niggas still static while im voltaic and kazmatic and still intact with

But we still smoke and we still fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Freddy collapsed screaming and then went still