This is a song about "The takeover"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

The truth but thats the way

So, they hate and they say

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

I'm the nigga with the juice

With women with issues

Do the math, get the sum

Oh, you look like my next victim

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Got the passion for the music

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera