This is a song about "Valerie chen"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

We're trapped like hamsters in cages, constantly running as they handle our wages

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I would hit him in the chin, but it might be snappin his neck

She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Or are you a small wage earner slavin to the rich? thats how it be

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

My talent should take me places i've never been

The shit that i spit is more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Emcees his dinner don't allure or he'll blast wit flicker

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

No body, i'm aiming straight for your chin you'll know why i will grin