This is a song about "I shit in your blueprints"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I aint lettin' you win with your shit

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I bash on your raps and i smash up your ass for your wack shit

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

This shit is blastin off better fasten seats, while i got your girl moanin like a cat in heat