This is a song about "Right where you are"

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Crockadillys are the shoe for where ever you go

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

But that's what freestyles are for right?

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Ive been in points in my life, where i dont whats right,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Where are you gonna go, dog

And i listen to thought

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Guess what you where right cause i'm gonna slit your mother fucking throat

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it

I'm modest, and humble

Right now we are plentiful