This is a song about "Content"

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And than i am content, intend to keep going

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

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

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

Illiterate! can't understand my lyrical content

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

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Releasing excessive content, while realizing how expensive this rap project is,

Stop it if you scared

Constant complex content

With the content of my composition

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given