This is a song about "Im not fucking with no body"

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Im that adolescent mc whos attested, not to mess with no questions

No wonder im excited and not calm

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

But who im playin with its ya body that makes ya so fine

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!

No not really, im not a tough guy,

You know i want a piece of that pie

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

No body cared, just left with those scared and unaware so they'd stare