This is a song about "From where u memorise this rap"

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I should michael jordan these rappers

From the stars down to where this next verse bursts.

Cuz im from an empty space where all u hear is echos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They know where i come from

I don't see a problem

Bt well this is rap and u write a poem..

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I ain't hear you clear

U derive peace from fear

I know what you do with that

Where the hell is my mental rap?!

I embody where real rap resides.

I'm sydney dean ya'll wesley snipes