This is a song about "Good shit go shit thats some good shit right there right there if i do a so my self i say so thats what im talking about right there right there chorus mmmmm o0 ooooo oooo good shit"

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

Tackling! right there on your instruments playing! right there on the track

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Raised rough thats why i got a good right hand

What do i look like a fucking slut no way man that shit aint right

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I demand respect boy or girl ill force there head right so its twisting

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, i'll be right there for you/

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

And when i do baby ill right be there with you on the phone,

The girls say that's tzer right there

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Throw your money in the air

And it was all right there