This is a song about "Jackson get off my level"

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

But these freaking hispanic's won't get off my back

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Get up off of my ickday cuz i’m legendary i’ve been famous

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

"get on my level" they tell you, if only they could, too

I get these suppressed memories off my chest or i just might

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Dammit he's back to get smacked off my track,

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own