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"

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I dropped another classic

Im a god on the mic

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around