This is a song about "The i"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I keep killin', i can't stop the murdering

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

Yet i forgot the promises i made

But i do quite well with all the bait

Smoke ? you know it taste good

As i rushed towards the hoop i look

I stay alive till the day i strive

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

I got the pad when i was sixteen,

I think i will call the cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops