This is a song about "Anything that rhymes with tion"

I just say anything that comes out of my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

The facts is that thought is the best with the rhymes

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Tell you that your anything but mediocre/

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

That he didnt do anything in the first place

They say that i never cease to amaze

Lyrically aggressive, i spit metaphorically with rhymes that god blesses,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

That the pope, ain't gonna make anything fair, you just beter beware

I cant tell you anything that i've been thinking

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding