This is a song about "Parring someone off"

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Someone just give me a promotion

I fucking held your hand to let you say you had someone

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

Someone talk shit, let's make a bid, who's first to get off the grid.

When i get to warwick avenue

Time to go find someone new

I’m someone they admire

That ain't really my style

Pretending someone is listening here

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Just someone totally motherfucking crazy.