This is a song about "File"

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Put you file for all your dumb shit

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

I never smiled as a juvenile

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing