This is a song about "The wirld"

Playboy, i don't own that man

Still the man with the pan

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

When something is broken

The bigger the the fun

As the tao converted the thief

Like being garbage some type of disease

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga