This is a song about "Describe"

By this being that is to be describe as a heavenly construct.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

I can't describe it, but my love can't be cracked like a pistachio nut

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

The 2 lines above was my life at the time easy to describe

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

You got a look into a my life, can you describe yours? oh wait, i know,

Halfback toss to right

I can't even describe

Because thats the only thing to describe

Parallel on the other side

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Moved back over to the northwest to describe my life in rhymes