This is a song about "Alphabet aerobics"

I bring the vowels to the alphabet, for everyone can understand.

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Why are you trying to rap when you havent even learned the alphabet,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a smarter statement than that.

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand