This is a song about "U don t know how we roll"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My gold rollie tell time

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Thats how ya know your on a roll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Huslin' erday to that dah only sh*t that we know

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe