This is a song about "Petta file"

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Specially equities, reckon we smile

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

We can talk things over a little a while

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Put you file for all your dumb shit

The dead society of a poet

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles

I wish i could have 25 wives