This is a song about "Give me back my sperm"

I say fuck the whole world because it don't give me my fate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Brought me back to my misery.

But we be having that jersey

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I say fuck the whole world because it don't give me my fate

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

You better fall back and not attack me or i'll give you an ulcer

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

You wasted my rhyming replying back to me without a comeback

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor