This is a song about "Ready or not"

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

To be or not to be dead or alive

The world is so typical

Ready to rumble, shout not mumble,

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Are they listening paying attention or not

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I'm not an enemy or an entity that's ready to be reckoned with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Begging me to quit rap, but i'm just not ready to let it loose for her

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

The one eyed cyclops, from the hip hop black ops, ready or not i cant stop.