This is a song about "Stop saying yo"

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

No yo never have so stop pickin on the little ones

"im not saying jack shit"

No car key and i mean that

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

While psychologists prod and probe and keep saying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Yo i'm addressing our divides, so blast, stop and listen,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Just stop trying yo makin a fool of yourself