This is a song about "Ellaa your mostly sound"

That rap is mostly dead/

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

So why does your words sound like they are shit

How the fuck do you think you sound you win by luck your skills suck

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

I'm the head coach of the team

My time is spent mostly counting green

I'll slash your tire just cause i enjoy the hiss sound

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

In your truck with the system up, bring back up wait interrupt, sound erupts

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush