This is a song about "Me beatin you up"

I grew up on rap dawg, you could say it raised me

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Are you comingto the point that your running

You start challenging me you end up losin (sing)

Believe me i've got enough rough and tough inside me to f*** you up.

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Instead you walk up to me and squeal

What a mess! but we clean in the club

But you make me open up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And if you diss me then you can be the runner up,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Up wake up marcus please i need you here right beside me,