This is a song about "Talking about how i could knock out any shotta shotta in here"

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

He spent the whole battle talking about his girl and how they met and how she left

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

If you could only help me out of this jungle bear, i will give you 4 bannanas of the monkies here,

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

And my wish is to have everything

I could just twerk about, could play some pool, might move in the direction of christ

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find