This is a song about "Elements tin"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Play fable, fightin' like a tin, contempt when they all say "come get me"

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Your not to blame i always win i will eat you up and spit you into a tin can

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

"'i'm readily relishing at developing eloquent elements that i hold in esteem

Never gave a fuck just like a man made out of tin

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

My raps are elegant,excellent,i contain all of the elements

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I've never been to hell so how can you tell elements are rushing