This is a song about "Katherine from taming of the shrew"

From the valley of oppression,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

All of the hair from out my head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Using the only bit of possessions from the looting

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Without the glovesno love for these fake desperadosand thugs i bleed to envysmoke and blow out they blunts

Attributes of aristotle from the era of alabaster archways and ancient aqueducts.