This is a song about "Horton hears a who"

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

A new school wack rapper who can't write a

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.

Who will make a gay pay.

Do it, okay, okay

But no one hears me, and for that reason i lie low/

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

And none that hears it dare forget.

Half your body laying on my chest

I just call it …remember all the dough

Hears the word yes and never gets no

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Agony like a cavity who, wrathfully loops,