This is a song about "Trophies medals girls weed"

Who be puffin that weed

Swear i will murk any beat

Who substituted for this weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Me and my microphone could be one

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Got them trophies on my music rack, we platinum black/

Put up and smoke that weed,

Last of a dying breed