This is a song about "Stop saying yo"

By haters on a daily basis saying that i should stop it.

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Just stop trying yo makin a fool of yourself

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Saying i can't rap's like saying chi town isn't windy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

While psychologists prod and probe and keep saying

Dmv so we used to the waiting

I don't echo these words there a saying,

But that doesn't stop the nasty chicks from saying "fill me"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

You were always the one saying its time to stop, so why not?"

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I fuckin placed you in boy, so stop playin with yo' toy, you'll have time to do that