This is a song about "Shook"

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

And mobb deep was runnin' shook ones, they was meant for this

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

My words stick to your cortex and they can't be shook

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Then shook together a couple bars and hooks, finished,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

She never even wonders and cowers, or gets way shook,

I'm shook by the buzz and there's much to be told

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Oh my dude, the heist got me shook,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

Shook the rap game like tectonics, hydroponic chronic got my lungs pneumonic

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit