This is a song about "Yuan yuan"

Music is money, money isn't music

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Bun b, i’m underground king

But im sick of the fighting

I went to school with the white boys

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

It's the perfect plan

The greatest thoughts of man,

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

To legitimize the prize money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit