This is a song about "Prepare"

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

A queer,a seer, whoever it is, prepare to have fear,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Give in and prepare with what you gotta face.

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Good love then i can do that for her

Could prepare me for the answer

To this day, the game, will never be the same

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Prepare for the bout of yo life

Best prepare cuz here i come

Atl was tipping them

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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