This is a song about "Me going to county for stupidity"

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

So what? you're just going to stop talking to me

Or going to a festival. for a thrill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

As much i spit flame, is going to give me fame,

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So call alica keys, cause #no #one is going to stop me from going ham on the universe/

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

It should be a crime for me to draw the line, cause i'm going overtime guy, tonight/

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Follow me i know my way out of here we aint going away for no years

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce