This is a song about "Reed and haley"

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And get it again and again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

This is something different

Social conditioning and

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

But we still real brothers

And their mothers and fathers