This is a song about "Usa 2014"

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Back to the lair, son, you're still stuck wit an ugly duck, chum

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Your time has come, i'm still rare, you're fairly well done

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision