This is a song about "Shyanne is afriad of me"

None of yall fools is the boss of me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Sea's dredging fire, sea is takin control of me as a nurse,

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Or is it cause not one of you mc's can break me?

I don't know why i'm even on this track

32 lines of bitching is what you give me. crap,

A token of respect is what they gave me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

The shit you do to me is no fault of your own,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/