This is a song about "The mayor"

For the man of the hour

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

The dopest on the planet

You ain't gon find that

I'll never call you bitch again

The realist in the game

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Come see real niggas on my team

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the