This is a song about "Go to sadie with sarah"

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

Expecting things to go they way while sitting with they feet up

See mixin with random lyyrics is the way to go

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Enough to go and cut a raw deal with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

The boy will be bound to go home thinking "what did i just get involved with?"

I work hard for everything i get

To go head to head with us and call it a threat.

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

So i told them to go to the alley with me

Go to hospital healthy and walk out with fractures,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers