This is a song about "Tyson s carrot"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

I used to have a nine to five

It´s the battle of life

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Bad, just like an 80's car

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Enjoy your carrot as you stuck it up your ass, fuckin faggot

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game