This is a song about "Suprise motha fuka"

Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

I jumped that motha fucker like he was gonna die

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

I'm the nicest motha fucka to embellish the floor

He's paralyzed its no suprise his heartbeat is so low he's not gon' survive, his will is priced

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

I don't need no mother-fuka telling me we wrong...