This is a song about "Advance"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Don't give a fuck imma psycho known in advance

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

This is something different

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Came back better than ever more advance, trying to take my stance, have a

Dc star, a pg legend

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

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

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

The l in his hand to yell in advance

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill