This is a song about "Fuckin listen"

But you don't have to listen

Go where you ain't been

It'd be easier if you would only listen/

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Yo, listen man i ain't no fuckin' poet

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

These rappers cheap thriften, for a sweet listen

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

The other would just listen

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

The mic is christened they might just listen

Everyone's always screaming, i don't listen

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Express my vision, to anyone who listen