This is a song about "Bans and melady"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

And their mothers and fathers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I'm doing the same thing

And don't ever (and don't ever)

My records sell, yes sir

Swear i will murk any beat

And kill yourself and your clique

And like to boast and brag

And i got that bait, they all bad

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

And stop playing hide and seek,