This is a song about "Tha shit"

Ya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

My flow's insane you feel tha pain

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

I seen it all from barry farms to sursum corda

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Like this, be poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin'

Wrecking ball is gonna be tha nations anthem

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

I ain't interested in fame