This is a song about "The wort"

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

The bigger the the fun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Down the street to the car,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

The more battles the better the flows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most