This is a song about "Shape"

Where every recipient, property of the state

Grab it and handle it, dismantle it 'til you like the shape

Put me into this tip top, shape,

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I know theyre discussing new ways to shape me up

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Itself in every form and shape and way,