This is a song about "I get laid you don t"

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I could do this all day 'n diss you with my feet laid back

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

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Since i laid my eyes on you, i really knew/

That i made you wait, but i was out there getting laid,

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade