This is a song about "Static"

But yo you've got a heart, even though you will attract static,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

You steady static, not improving, i have got potential

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Static in my brain gone, and the fog slightly cleared,

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Static voltage seeking a source if only i wasn't so frictionless

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Now i'm on my road to fame, attracting increasing static,

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Niggas still static while im voltaic and kazmatic and still intact with

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Static kinetic flow, in the dna, it's genetic

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick