This is a song about "I wasn t stopped"

I diss guys a lot / but his tries have stopped

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Bun b, i’m underground king

They wonder if i stopped caring

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Stopped for a bit, but then i rapped again, whats happening.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

My propaganda thundering, you will wish i never stopped slumbering

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing