This is a song about "Dont try to change me"

Pockets probably like fried food

Dont try to judge me dude

Third ward general, young cash money

Tell your homeboy to try me.

With a pentaforce in hand, in fact my damn index possessed the damage

Well im the judge your the try to rhyme and get me to budge when you lose dont hold a grudge,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Amma change my style a bit and try to spit deep raps.

I dont try to diss you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Cause time is money

You dont mean shit to me