C Lott on the beat and I’m bout to go insane I had to jot this down it ain’t come straight off the brain Dudes is in my business like stay in yo fuckin lane I got racks I’m a mother fuckin baller call me Dame Steady packs got to stay on track like a train Popped him three times now his shirt got some stains I’m high off that za in the sky I’m touching planes I got ice on my neck and it’s runnin through my veins I’m the captain of this wagon better hand over the reins If I fall down my brothas pick me up like some cranes I shower with my hundos and they cloggin up the drains Coulda bought a Aston but I spent it on a chain I got a hunnind spinnas I got a hunnind glocks I got dudes who put you on a shirt just cause the way you talk I got a hunnind bitches I got a hunnind rocks I got dudes who put you on a shirt just cause the way you walk