This is a song about "Discretion"

Forever second guessing, askin questions no discretion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

I'm full of aggression learned no lesson, so i blew you off to discretion

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Don't flow at no one's discretion/

To the homie wit no discretion

Catch you up on places i've been