This is a song about "Not made"

Rapping is just a hobby i really want to be a visual effects artist

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

I'm rethinkin the choices i've made

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I want her bad. it drives me made when she's not hear to make me glad

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

To not die in sorrow cause of all the mistakes that i made

How every choice and every move made

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate