This is a song about "My nigga johnny millionz spit rhymes like marshall"

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

When i spit, throwing rhymes at you like a pitcher/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Be like the fire marshall and shut it down

I ain't that smooth ass nigga with them rhymes that flow like silk.

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Chewing and spitting rhymes like grizzly, spit cup in my hand stiffly,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Writing my rhymes like a real emcee should

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome