This is a song about "Onto better things"

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

But i triumph it all, so i fall onto my knees

Education is the center of better things

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

You're shambled, babble your scrabble onto some other assholes paso.

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

As death was holding' onto his soul the ''light'' came to sight

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack