This is a song about "Where not on earth no more"

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Im walking hell, living on earth,

Rooted, securely on this earth

I should michael jordan these rappers

I embarrass fools, there's no one on this earth who could rescue you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

And this beat will be real tight blast you off the earth and your no where in sight

But now you doing it, just not on the earth floor

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

So what i do is pray, no more days where the clouds are grey

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Where i interact with more tools

Im the baddiest lil person that been on this earth

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers