This is a song about "He is an a"

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

You fool this is a battle,fuck youre writing an essay?

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

"he was a good kid, it really is a shame."

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Hopsin is an option, he ain't popping, shoulda been given up for adoption.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Nothing is impossible for him he won't quit he ain't a quitter