This is a song about "Prepare"

Prepare cause class is in session, and here's a lesson

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Now prepare to witness, some confusing hypnosis

Time to prepare to do fed time

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

I'm a poet, a genius with words, prepare to get roasted/

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

Beware n be scared one gunner no flairs facing me ain't so fair so prepare

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs