This is a song about "Eli petta has a gap"

Wait, a level 3 has you salty?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

It has supplied me a personality

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Book of eli, i just came to fill my water jug

See dog? rap is my aim

This life has just become a strain,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Is when a person has a artistic skill

What's that gap in your flap that made you a handicap

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Now i'm trapped in a gap like a bitches cleavage,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge