This is a song about "For conners"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

Better be ready for

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

And call the hospital for him for later.

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Looking for solvency

And now that i’m getting money

I don't want it on my back

For what for cookin crack

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/