This is a song about "The ho my man fucked"

Fucked up in the membrane my brain calls it rape

I let her decorate the real estate

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

God of dro, ho,  my eyes red like i/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Ho, i seize the amplifiers with no damn survivors,

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

At the age 16 i was shot, thats fucked up man,

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

C u fucked my life so i turned to the drug life