This is a song about "Stock and exchange"

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

When i came to the exchange i picked it up i said yup lets do this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And inhospitable,

Lady at the frank stand will

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I wasn't trained but ill give you a world of pain for exchange

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

But my brother got a year

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Like a chick,get a whole new stock of tamphons and pad.

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow