This is a song about "Balling on these n ggas"

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

It's a fools fatewithout your word

These explicit n illicit raps you heard

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

I've been balling those shots

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry