This is a song about "The homie ryan can t hang"

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Just like the homie biggie said

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

Down the ryan, in a scion

On the bible you can run

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city