This is a song about "Heck naw this ain t no pun"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around

I only roll with the real

So get the heck outta here,

Our history that they stole, africa

Spiderman called he said can i smash i said naw

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Maybe we just need to slow

You want my fame, heck no

Heck man you're so short i can call you a bloody hobbit

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Heck, his body turned to a speck