This is a song about "The mafia"

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

The bigger the the fun

And i know that you're open

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

The flooding of the nothing

They 22′s or something

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Enter the building through the window

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live