This is a song about "Get off my lev"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

But these freaking hispanic's won't get off my back

Dammit he's back to get smacked off my track,

The third one is mixed, white and black

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Me and my friend blastin' off

They actually got me to get off my ass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street

And how they gonna get off

Please hold your applause

I wanna be the best but i got to get this shit off my chest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Im tearing up this battle, i dont even have to get off my saddle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will