This is a song about "Mode"

Plus i feel like i'm on stuck in this battlin mode

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Bitch i'm in beast mode, b.o.b would respect it.

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

This my moment, i'm ready to explode, the angers rising up drop the gun, i'm goin into medieval mode

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

And in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,