This is a song about "You aren t gone yet"

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Suckins what you do best, better yet

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

I know you don't understand me yet

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But he you ain't smoked yet

Lemonhead end up dead

You don;t thin anymore

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball