This is a song about "None of the things"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

None of us would ever make it through the red scare

Cause when the curtain are closing,none of you gonna rise above me.

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

None of you phonies will ever be able to control me or hold me, so just behold the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Enough of the commotion, imma set things off

Enough of the commotion, imma set things off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing