This is a song about "Citing your scources"

So much class, double d’s and ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,