This is a song about "I am a play maker your trash"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

What can i do about your pain, i am not a doctor

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

They call me hulck smash cause imma smack your trash in a flash

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

I am a sneak your soul like a satan.

Hey at least i am a beast i'm feasting on your defeat, do i need to repeat i am

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man