This is a song about "Tidy"

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

The slacker in the class, but his tracks are immaculate

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Ur a spartan at battle n your dumbass aint got a shield

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

18 year sentence with no parole

I kept my eyes on the goal

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

A demon and a god, perfect and also odd/

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge