This is a song about "Comming to the stage kid"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Can u see where im comming from how much you mean to me

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Burning the stage in ashes

I think found where your mind was

Im comming in to get cha you any way that i have to

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

To the kid who said it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Maybe too shy for the stage/

You promise that's change