This is a song about "I give it to you right"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Give it to god and you'll pull through give it to god yeah he'll protect you

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Any rhyme that i could give him, serve it back right on a plate

Plottin' don’t even worry

Before you give it up to me

Without you it ain't right

My direction good, well-rounded type

As soon as i saw you i knew it was right

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Right now i don’t give a fuck i just hope you die

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Gimme another day, i promise to get it right

Lies right before your eyes and they force you to receive it

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit