This is a song about "Staff are"

Blessed to be who they are

She is far bizarre

If i should die before i wake

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

With a honey in the middle

Skills are astronomical,

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I was born to do the damn thing

Sponges are absorbent

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Try to jack and i will attack