This is a song about "Phi psi"

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

N ur her puke who use to look us fck outa d dogs plate,

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Maybe i just shouldn't go so underground, make thunder pound,

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin' on some long beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet