This is a song about "Urban freestyle"

I'm debating if i should continue this freestyle

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

About disaster in the world and

I can freestyle with more talent

Because i could beat them in a freestyle

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow

You haven't flowered loco