This is a song about "Tennis choke"

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

With a rope, hung up by their necks, they choke,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

I guarantee that when i pass you the mic, you're gonna choke,

Just like when i choke you fake g's

We can make more, make babies

Turning to ground zero

No choke holds from me though,

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Take you by the fireside and choke you with cyanide