This is a song about "Get like me"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

You can never knit the rhymes like me try and get your palm cut

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

Im the shit get round at me, coppin some dope, like someones cuttin the rope,

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

If you come round me like that youll get fucking slapt lad

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

Fast itll be me that yours facin, so get pacin, im racin, im like an elite athlete

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins