This is a song about "Making fun of someone names sonya"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

We're all loose ends, making someone else's dividends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

This thing that you could imagine

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

We're all loose ends, making someone else's dividends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents