This is a song about "It s on"

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

S on my chest like a superman vest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

It´s the battle of life

I used to have a nine to five

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

And that´s how it has begun

Baby you're the one

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete