This is a song about "My rhymes are tight there is no way back once my ryme attacks you and leaves you in a coma this is truth i am saying every word penetrates your brain like a bullet from close range i aim to kill you dead you better respect what i am saying"

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

You saying i ain't hip? let me tell you the truth

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

I'mma watch you finish in a minute my rap is tight

And now you're saying when i rap all you hear is a babble babble

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

After all this is a chorus and i am back

I swear that jesus is tight but you don't have to use my word for it

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

My rhymes correct you and are severe. i am a pioneer,

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer