This is a song about "How to shoo"

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Teach wack rappers how to spell

How to get my rent money

Let me rideuntil i get free

How to be looked down upon

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Knowing how it feels to be in pain, how it feels to bleed

How many verses i gotta murder to

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

Had to escape the life

How are you going to survive?

To dictate how to look,

From hollywood to the hood

No, no, we are not those

But all you know is how to loathe,