This is a song about "What re those"

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

That's re-creating pac and biggie, leonardo himself,

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

While re-sealing your stitches

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

What if i don't want their protection what if i want a re election

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

What else can i do besides loot for those exporting

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling