This is a song about "F k off my face"

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Everything is gonna be cool when my k meltdown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

And you should see my face

Baby got that super bass

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'm ready to face off against unworthy opponents/

But i wiped off my face, then the voice took over.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that