This is a song about "Finessing"

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,

My words are my finance, must sound like eminem in science

See seas of c's when a's didn't have to be minus

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

In their success, dress to impress and in the end become a mess