This is a song about "Ender wiggin and arthur dent"

My mark starts via a vita to leave a fat dent,

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Grab the scissors and saws and

But got comma’s in my statement

And their mothers and fathers

Talking about the god you serve

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Fists will dent you, get you tossed- i spit true mint, no dental floss.//

Rollin in ma bentley, not even a fuckin dent in it//

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And like to boast and brag

Yo, i'll bet she be back