This is a song about "Stock and exchange"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,