This is a song about "The pa"

But i think i like that, just maybe

The fiends supply the shady

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Im the one waring the mussel,

I'm modest, and humble

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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

And i don't rely on no bitches

The name of the game is

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware