This is a song about "Tony and his toenails"

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

His father lost his mind, and they both lost there mother.

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

And thank doom for his herbs/

Talking about the god you serve

And keep his time devoted

Still listen to big

Talking of the gods you serve

And thank doom for his herbs/

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day goes

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes