This is a song about "Show me what you got"

Go show them sport yea what you were made for

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Just hang with me a minute, and i'll show you what can be

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

You say you have techniques you can't show me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

If you think your tough, come and show me what you made of

Got anything better? good, show me your strategy/

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

When i'm through, i'll show you what flows smooth

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing