This is a song about "Libster megs and pheebs"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Me against you the movie of the year

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hoping that he's listening

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And there's little to be glad for

And get it again and again

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Got campaign going so strong

And once i'm dead and gone

And a fridge and some broccoli

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money