This is a song about "Grape and bean mike tyson mr"

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Feeling like tyson got me in the stomach and i got knocked down.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Mr. world please tell me the price to pay live precise and great

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

Your so soft that you couldn't even smash a grape.

My drive is like no one

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

I bite harder than tyson, fakes who suck more than tyson

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.