This is a song about "To be or not to be"

Or i'll be forced to cleave your tendons

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

For you rapping is not meant to be

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Not trying to be nas, jay, or pun, just the coldest one spitting

Told me to be truthful not always with hate or no shame

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

I'm not an enemy or an entity that's ready to be reckoned with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

I'm on my grind

Should not be hard to find