This is a song about "What s wrong with you people"

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

I really love my miami crew

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

What you know about bein’ broke, seein’ people dealin’ coke,

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Hungry is what i titled to people who feed me with knowledge

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

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

In the wrong line with the wrong man

Pushing in my mama van

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

They can make you that with you there's something wrong/

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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