This is a song about "Tons"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Letting such tons trembled sin i'm fired since i was in the fire

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Plus that's only just a handful, tons of other names,

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Tons more in this game that can spit some sick shit,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions