This is a song about "Can you keep up"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Lets see if you can keep up wit my sporadic flows,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

For those that fake, you all can keep faking

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

To keep you happy ile do all i can,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

You cant keep up with this skill

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Yeah the beat's fast, can you keep up

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette