This is a song about "Being on the sly"

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Cause my mother let me do what i want

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

A sly incentive with crime intended

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Anger on your sly shit face spray that shit with mace throw you in your case this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit