This is a song about "Biscuits and gra y"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y