This is a song about "I got the foces"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

I got the power, and the responsibility

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But i got the designs

All the time with this glock of mines

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Curl up like big worm when i drop

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

But it's true cos i got the title

Because the skills you lack…i got,

Okay man you do the drop