This is a song about "Axel is pooping"

Just wondering where church is

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Your bad is what is alleged

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Chillin' with homies and family

Knowledge is power information is key

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Question is, is it anxiety or is it just my heart,

Is a necessity,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Is she happy is she angry or confused

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

To the miners, cus mine is

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches