This is a song about "I m feelin you but you hard to get in touch with"

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

But with this accent its just too hard to get by,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I get in my zone, you try to get your butt toned

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard