This is a song about "My brain is for me to use intelligently to diss you realistically like 911"

I like to use words about my wife.

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Because this record is only to diss

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Niggas that guided me through

I dont try to diss you

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Sometimes its hard to write these raps, since my brain is crowded.

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Come and diss me, i like to eat at micky d's

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

My rhymes inside my brain ain't sane, still they're close to me,