This is a song about "How s don t got stile"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Bitch you should see my wallet

And that´s how it has begun

See, i'm second to no one

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now