This is a song about "Rap about your origin and how it molded you into the person you are today"

How were you today? eh k that's all you say and i'm like noway you in a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

It was about the rhythm, personality, and your flow that made you rose//

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

I just bought this chainsaw, how bout i slice you up and turn your body into raw meat,

No body knows about your life 'n you and kids don't know about the fight in you,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You can use your balls and fuse it into a vagina.

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh