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"

But im hard to figure out like a fuckin riddle

They just need convincing like malcolm little

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

I just say anything that comes out of my mouth

My mind tryna figure out why we ain't teamin'

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

But for long time i had gone cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I lose a friend like every year, i choose to take that chance

I diss him he come out like he is bigger

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Im just a lost soul tryna figure out what my mission is,