This is a song about "My show"

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Once upon a time not long ago

My life ain't a tv show.

To productively go slow to show ,my truest skill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Outside i show sympathy but my heart is going crazy

Yeah i'll show them the reason that my heart beats

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Don't stay lower, i want to show you my reality

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

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy