This is a song about "The pruge"

I'm why baby mamas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows

Down the street to the car,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

When they hear me rocking the groove

From the gutter to the roof