This is a song about "My boy fresh outta juvy"

Hit you from a block away

Time is out, stay outta my way

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Get outta my face, looking boy

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Don't say my style is fresh that's something i already know/

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy