This is a song about "Just saying you keep fuckin up my weekin talkin bout uu down tryin to kick it in my streeys"

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

And i gotta keep it comfy up in my home town

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Up in my critter cage hard to keep my balance but no worries i got me some magnets.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I'm tryin my best to work as hard as i can to get back up

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Trying to rise to my streak i'll kick you off the ladder,in this rap battle you'll be