This is a song about "Don t know anything about technology"

About anything (etc.)

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The enemies know my fist and the groundfloor better anything

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Never been afraid to holler about anything,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small