This is a song about "Package design"

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

I hate my design but roll with the love

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

By design, and im on the incline

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

As i design intricate rhymes that pause time,

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

Like a fuckin design, no need for profits i already got mine,

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Polo draws to package up my package while i'm packin in this passage

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Nigga watch how i wine and design you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through