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

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

You better know my name

Bad rap, cuties claim

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I ain't interested in fame

They crucifying my name

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

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

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

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