This is a song about "Dissing soujla boy tell em"

Tell em i cannot complain

Trying to renovate the game

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I bring the axe down, tell em drop dead, leave em charred

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Tell em its diet coke and choke from the next big swig,

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

I am just an artist

We can just tell 'em:"y'all greatest!"

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then regular

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Tell em i cannot complain

Then lost my faith again

And at best all they do is distract me but now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow