This is a song about "Sprained ankle"

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

My criteria ain't even that serious

And please never disrespect my set

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone