This is a song about "Explicit n contageous"

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Im lyrically gifted, verbally explicit, youre the mistress of bitches,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

These explicit n illicit raps you heard

All my tracks go explicit, fuckin' funny, now isn't it?

Look in the scope, my people still a target

To strengthen your defending 'n

I want to fight the music on this one

Pretending to be awake 'n

This thing that you could imagine

In sight explicit content i emphasize

I'm everything that they call nice