This is a song about "What s a lambo rambo"

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Word go get some rollers

Lambo, royce and rovers

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?