This is a song about "Odds"

And the odds from the start set against you,

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Odds stacked against me like ten to one,i've never been the one

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

But i bet its from playing all these violent video games. odds are

So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

I'm a platter full of odds and ends,

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I even the odds, believing its odd is even as odd