This is a song about "Not stoping"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Do not be afraid not even to show your nationality

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Can you beat me or not

Just searching for the perfect shot

So take the stage just show me what you got

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Are they listening paying attention or not

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

No not really, im not a tough guy,

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop