This is a song about "Tramp gir ll"

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

And ll cool j i always respected what he got to say always brought

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low

Then put a stamp on a goddamn tramp

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh