This is a song about "Brenda has back"

He has bust our nuts

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

To impress a chick

Your ship has sunk titanic

Mister incredible, has to be credible

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

When i step up out the maserati car

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

And my momma keep smoking that shit

But my labor has culminated,

Cause i’m back on my grind

Aristotle has arrived

Yet your cd has no buyers,

Oldest nation on this earth

Like this, every critic has praised

But, shorty i'm far from a saint