This is a song about "N"

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

They say i talk like im god body

N i'm not fucken sorry

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Fighting with my weak hand

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Flyer then the rest of them