This is a song about "Of"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of which im not exactly proud of,

All we need is convienient love

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Of instant elation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Top of my pile of bodies

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

A born starter, in the game for real

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal