This is a song about "Cyphers"

So they quit voting me, so i say fuck cyphers and props,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Or be able to write in any of the cyphers

Due to heat i bring to cyphers all you can do is admire

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I be walkin' in those cyphers when i write this shit, my homie flows,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Yo you guys have got my ass hyper with all these cyphers

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win