This is a song about "Let me show you how i rhyme"

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Take a walk with me, let me show you the streets,

Bad bitches get low right now

Will somebody please show me how

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

You obviously don't know how to rhyme

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Let me take a second and tell you how it really was,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

How do i love thee? let me count the ways.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Little girl show me how you twirl, look at the news girl, no ones. looking

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard