This is a song about "What s my real name"

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

(yeah remember the name young mc jk spitten real talk

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

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

S on my chest like a superman vest

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Let me explain understand my name,

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Look around: we the largest in the game

Steals my name, the way he steals my name