This is a song about "Drizzle"

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

You hear that swoosh? my raps flow like a breeze.