This is a song about "List"

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

To be from the champion list

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Begging not to be on my hit list

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Level 10 and you ain't even on my hit list,

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I'd give anything to get him off deaths list

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Don't cross me like you atheist

Every fag is on the hit list

Before you get ya ass on that hit list

If you feel it, it must be real just