This is a song about "My list"

I'm the shit, try to stop my list like a colon,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

You're on my hit-list so after i spit this

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I got clowns on my hit list and start rapping now to business

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Cross me of that list, i only spit these lyrics for my purpose