This is a song about "That s the wrong number"

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Where was that? you say the 90's set you free, but when was your release?

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I agree that it's the wrong comparisons they're feedin' ya,

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Highest form of affection, physical connection