This is a song about "Roc a fella"

No this ain't rubella, fella, this is dilemma

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Like a bird without a cage

And i doubt that ever change

Over, killed it, branded i felt her, her man isn't needed like a tan on a delta

Fella i will not be surprised if i see you fighting like santeno marella

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Even if you not a stripper

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

With some lesbians that don't know english

Spit a poem or a diss

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Ive never been a stingy fella, or a fat one

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her