This is a song about "Ill keep jabbin you in yuh ribs till you fall down and di"

Being fly was priority to the lowest

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Make sure to give them my all

And sets you up to fall

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Ill rap you faster till blood is what you spit and cough

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though