This is a song about "Pull up your pants and put it on your waste and tuck in your shirt and don t bleach your face in my days that me a meditate so i study for the test i don t prosecution sit down in the exam am i the great i never get nothing less the a 98 when school door"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

You think your hard lets put that erection to the test and

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Jaws all on the floor cause i unlocked and walked in your door

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

I rap for about ten minutes and then the school bus pulls up in front of me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

At the same damn time

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

The economy were i am has less chance of profession and your better