This is a song about "The model"

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

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,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

In the heat of the summer,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will