This is a song about "The name cassidy"

I ain't interested in fame

King of the block, niggas know my name

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Like a #whore on the floor, we forgot his name

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Got a piece around my neck that spells out the name

To this day, the game, will never be the same