This is a song about "The godfather"

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Slap a godfather n tell him get me some water

Like as if i didn’t know man

Still the man with the pan

Or like the godfather, you'll be goin' out the james caan way

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Where the fuck the chorus

The game of love

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream