This is a song about "If you touch my chicken i will beat you up"

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

And if get back up, you will be put right down,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I will kick you autta my battle if you pissed me

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques