This is a song about "I can t right in cursive"

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

I wish i just in bed right now with your best mate,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

That lyrically feeling i can pull you in the right direction

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

I need a woman whos amazing that can do right

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Right now i'm busy, can i ignore you some other time?

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

We magnetizing the ghetto