This is a song about "Uveals is back on the mic i m a puy up a fight ima pound your moms snatch and pass"

Why a black nigga take ass over class

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

And ima start thinking that he's blind cause he can't see me on the mic

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I can pick up a mic and say it

The fourth one, i like to kick around

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

And proceed to rip apart this mic but i guess i could pass it off to the right

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight