This is a song about "Pledging a fraternity"

Spit a poem or a diss

Pocket racked up all big faces

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Like a bird without a cage

You promise that's change

Play the game nigga

Yup you got a lot a

Influences are a dime a dozen

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Your brother's getting older

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Its gonna be a a test

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest