This is a song about "Fortitude gape gibe guise"

30 chains on, bet the light work

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

But still hungry you remain until you crush another jaw,

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Ill rap you faster till blood is what you spit and cough

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Damn, my jaw! i'm instantley tensin', givin' out violent grunts//

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Do your self useful and give up keep your mouth shut

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,