This is a song about "The exper"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

She wanna be grown

As the king upon the throne

Here's the answer and the antidote:

New canvas she need a new stroke

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,