This is a song about "My friend jay he bags every one out but can t figure anything out that my rap will beat him like i m taking a nap"

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

The truth is that i can do anything to fulfill my rap lust

Came into play. his friend layed out a line told him to sniff it cuz it will clear his

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

And some others, but you'll figure that out later in this tape

But i think i'm still trying to figure this crap out

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Have i yet to figure out that love is a mess

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,