This is a song about "This ain t it"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

You don;t thin anymore

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

This magic, i can cast it

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock