This is a song about "Second guess"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

(8 second instrumental break)

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Reckoned every second to find..

We have nothing in common

Give you a second to run

Wouldn't have thought about it, for a second,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Its cold as shit in this booth

Second i give into proof,

Like split second decisions

They bringing me fish and chips

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend