This is a song about "Content"

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Crack your back on the hard cement till my hearts content.

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

Niggas in the street scared

Constant complex content

In sight explicit content i emphasize

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive