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

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

That happen to act like a black president

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

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Raising bars, till i don't think you can hang with it

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Just like the homie biggie said

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt