This is a song about "Re"

Its a man's world re-write your lines lickety split

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Gotta re-route over this hump,

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Just re upped now the refer reappeared

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Back to pedestrian, can't touch the hemp, to re-assess/