This is a song about "Instrumental"

So pretentious with no potential

He's mental on any instrumental

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Complex like my written and this instrumental, after this go ahead call me mental

Now i got the instrumental infected like small pox

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Play this like a the devil's instrumental.

So stop worrying about me and sympathize with the instrumental/

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

And when my gums touch that's the only way i'll spit without an instrumental,

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much