This is a song about "Stupid mutha fucka"

Next to god crib

But the kid aint stupid

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Just hate when you people stuck on stupid

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I'm rapping colder then a mutha fucking eskimo

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Stepping out the spaceship with a mutha fucking task force

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And breathing it like oxygen mutha fuck my esophagus