This is a song about "Charge"

Tryin to charge me for misdemeanor, as i give her a cleveland steamer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

Lies, tangled with fiction

I charge for admission,

My rhymes thunder, and they charge, just like a rhino

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war