This is a song about "Finishing a crane course"

Unorthodox jukebox thats my course

They calling me often to offer me walls

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Ya body hangs, from the crane you dang.

So i bend over to get the fork, and of course i feel a little prod,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Beside her head of course, don't be a fag! this is becoming a gag/

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

The beat running its course

Shots, they back and forth

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Now of course it was a lie, but my dad had a point

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

There was never a fork on each other's course but it always felt there was on his head

Best finishing blow lands/

Know it good when she go no hands