This is a song about "Disability in ghana"

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

So rest in peace in my hand

And i can write a hook fast

Knocked out in the lunch in

And the reason that i'm going

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Catch you up on places i've been

Its in operation

Snitches here don't got no heart

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

That bitch was racist, got me fired

In every thought, in every word

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

Ay yo you wonder who i are