This is a song about "Torn"

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Youll get your fucking neck torn,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

And now that i’m getting money

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Use a strap on till that pussy torn make it nice warm

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Much fine ill n torn not like no prigs it's eager beaver

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

And while you doin you

Dont touch it or get torn in two

Drinking smoking gettin torn up, anything i can to get my flow up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club