This is a song about "But"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Nelson mandela ... there are but

What, what ... project shit what

I may be shorter than 5'3" but

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Money i make em buck

I can't drive a car but

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

But we be having that jersey

Nothing but misery

About around acting nice but they really not but once you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

You probably think i'm almost done but