This is a song about "Second guess"

Second peter one three

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And dying every second im living

No failed romances, no second glances,

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Trust my gut with no time to second guess

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