This is a song about "A bulldozer"

Yup you got a lot a

Now hey little mama

Spit a poem or a diss

The tables are turned i can't take this

Gotta work - slight work

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

Like a baby without a diaper

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Your a horse without a saddle

With a ba and a masters

I should michael jordan these rappers

Like a bird without a cage

And i doubt that ever change