This is a song about "Commotion"

And start making all kinds of commotion

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

And start making all kinds of commotion

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

"what seems to be the commotion? easy with ya motion!

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Keep it that way or start havoc, commotion again

Don't ask for any lube or lotion if you don't want no commotion.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Enough of the commotion, imma set things off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

"what seems to be the commotion? easy with ya motion!

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

First off congratulations on the win

Going and making all of this commotion