This is a song about "Tony and his toenails"

And thank doom for his herbs/

Singing my life with his words

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

Now im gripped up like the tony

But five years from now i bet she see

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

My all gold rolly or the

Scarface 6, tony montana

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Death and despair, tony montana shredding you like feathers,

Now that's what you call a game

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Money ain't a thing

And blast you with his fucking