This is a song about "Its not what its cracked up to be"

But its bliss to not see some shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Its not hard to find motivation

Its no time to be deceivin' i must be agreein'

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Sleep haunts me. sleep tortures me. sleeps not what it's cracked up to be.

Bitch, they call it motor city

Its not going to stop me,

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

Its the offender and the majority say i'll offend ya its not even possible to

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you