This is a song about "The desk lamp"

And that maybach, let me take em way back

I sit in my desk looking at this white pad

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Of your desk stool, until you mess up, then the messiah of rap flows

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I can't write when there's shit on my desk

Look it something they can't ever see

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,