This is a song about "Don t taze me bro"

"oh shit bro, they really want me to go in don't they?"

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

You don;t thin anymore

You see i gotta go to war

Until the end of time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

Educate yourselves, of africa

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.