This is a song about "N"

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

You mental state deteriorates n,

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin