This is a song about "Stop the s machin"

Get the zippo and spark the shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

You're very attractive, and notice that

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

So take the stage just show me what you got

I wish the voices would stop and stop

It´s the battle of life

And when i start to rise