This is a song about "The argument of design"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Like a fuckin design, no need for profits i already got mine,

I hate my design but roll with the love

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

It’s about time i got mine, because the lines i comprise and design/

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Design an album that isn't about girls from maxim