This is a song about "Training and development"

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Early in the development "special" list,my flows are pestilent known to leave

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject

Training my craftship using people for practice

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development