This is a song about "Getting folonized"

Well aren't you getting fed up

A twenty somethin cup

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped

Like a small garage in your backyard

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Just getting em free, getting this feeling nobody listens to me,

Yo, turn me up some

Getting served like verizon

Its getting hot in here

I only roll with the real

It's getting limited, only a few

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Getting tired of compulsive liars

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years