This is a song about "495 shutdown"

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

I'm nimble you can't arrest me, i'm a symbol

Look, i’m talking reggie bush, matter of fact ask cameron newton

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion

If you wanna save y'all life please don't comin no closer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

Its in my mind, its takin over, its gettin closer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

He said "its best you be shutting the fuck"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Self designated wicked critical closer