This is a song about "Section boyz"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You need to rap to perfection but go to the next section

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

See the one percent know that they're in the upper section,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

I see that i am going through the wrong section