This is a song about "Mya a thot or not"

You are not a king or queen your real shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

We're still locked in, not a rakim or an eminem

I know i'm not a pope or a puritan

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

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

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Your kind gets dismembered not with a knife or whatever

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Do not bite this or you'll be labeled a fish

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

I'm from the number one place on the map