This is a song about "Kyle xy"

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

The marathon of this game always changes in pace,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Put the 9 up to her dome and she's screaming why me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit