This is a song about "Bless tha brotherz and sistaz"

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Dmv they know me well

I got tha word as hell

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Were they click it and vent shitt tha same way i click it and pen it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Pray to god to bless you

God bless them,they be pissed

But our flow is the truest