This is a song about "Look for the only rapper wih out a chain"

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

But hey yo look, money from across the street

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

And only scare the pee out of you with my mystical fluids i made for you cause,

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

The only shit that you look for is negative attention

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

So better look out for cliffs it's a sheer drop

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

I'm the bully in your school now my dick is big as fuck that shit weigh 52 pounds

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

For the greatest rapper from the land before

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more