This is a song about "Straight out of peterborough"

Straight from the belly of the beast/ its the menace to society

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I bought them straight out the bay

For us to find our way

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

That the richest of celebs can't even think straight

Early adapters agree they all late

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Ya just a fool pretending straight out tripping,

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks