This is a song about "Stupid striders cannot contain my awesone"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Words cannot describe my feelings

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

It's my time and you cannot deny

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

And my due acknowledgement i cannot attain

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I cannot explain, i cannot.

They burn on every block

Nah, i ain't even gonna pretend that you fought. my ideas are not something that cannot be bought.

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

And fortunately for you i'm easy to contain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again