This is a song about "This ain t pradise"

It's no longer a new jack city

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop