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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Heard you do anything for a pair of 110s

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

S on my chest like a superman vest

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I wish that i could say, i was crazier then rambo

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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?