This is a song about "Cos"

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Bitches wont come to you,cos they all know it

So call me pac man cos you're a ghost that's blue

You reflect me, i love that about you

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

Chicks walk past you,cos they arent in your luck

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Makes sense cos im mourishly intense