This is a song about "Y all can t stop me"

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

They gotta point em out baby

Who the fuck think they can stop me.

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

No i'm not so yall can stop with all that criticism

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Stop dissing everyone you've dissed mostly all except me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

All you do bum around, yea quit trying to stop me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Now all my people can you hear me