This is a song about "Content"

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Illiterate! can't understand my lyrical content

My content can batter i leave minds fractured then i see tombstones

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

And than i am content, intend to keep going

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

In sight explicit content i emphasize

They all see my life from a childish position

With the content of my composition