This is a song about "Bella and the bulldogs"

And ball until the throne and thrall

I don’t do nothing but ball

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Shatter the chin to the shin and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Go and just give you the crown, and the throne too?

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I got rhythm and flow and the syncopation