This is a song about "The guin"

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served