This is a song about "Kyle wilson"

But i think i like that, just maybe

Nothing you will say will faze me

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

Twista finna get up on the track

Will i make it in time? will i even the score?

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

All to have a shift in your will.

I'm gon remember her, but still

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

By the fire in my desire to raise the bar higher

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Get away scott free cause im more descreat than sleep,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat