This is a song about "Obnoxious"

A young naive obnoxious youth, the cops in hot pursuit,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

They say that im crazy, that im also obnoxious

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

When you claim to be greater than me, your reasoning's are obnoxious,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

So obnoxious easy in and out of conscience

The critics are calling me conscious

These hip-hop cops is obnoxious

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Across ya wrist, obnoxious, i'm a boxer, i gotta spit,

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose