This is a song about "The mayor"

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

So now she picks up the gun

The bigger the the fun

But thing is i can get away with murder here i mine as well be the mayor

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

You showed satan that he ain't a mayor getting him in his lair

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

It's the middle, the middle

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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