This is a song about "Free flow rap on strict business"

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

You off, you treat rap like a business

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

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

Mad strict sub par rap skits i'm the ruler by far bars mention flat bids..

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

He was a huge guy, flop on mic, a little part-timer in the business

Like the anonymous "artists" who can't rap with a flow,

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

On the mic, it's complete sickness yous say your strictly business

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

But i'd rather rap with meaning, meaning bring back the flow.