This is a song about "Citing your scources"

And that i spent the night with her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Had i not been exposed to these things

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Conspiring against me hiding your crest g? citing me i'm blessed