This is a song about "Ian is dyslexic"

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

Nobody is better than anyone else.nothing is something

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

That's what a public offense is

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

No pun intended i ain't being sarcastic

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Your bad is what is alleged

Cuz ignorance is bliss

The bomb is can bwe you is

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Destruction is beautiful, chaos is awesome

Sentence after sentence is what it is

And i don't rely on no bitches