This is a song about "Being fed up"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Influenza virus. i'll have you fed

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

But y'all wonder why there's very little peace, we're fed up,

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Fifty cents your favorite rapper man, no wonder you're fed up

I've had enough, now i'm so fed up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Then come up with punchlines,stop being hyper

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Fed up, so pack your bag is what you choose to do