This is a song about "Cheating with raps"

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Im filled with integrity, keeping my raps locked in my brain mentally,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Guess that these bread fans with less raps got caught with a red hand

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Writing raps with pencil and lead, lines i'm ready instead

Attack raps with the knife in the back

This is why her nigga mad

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance