This is a song about "Ya actin hard shit can you see these fuckin scars you a bitch nigga runnin with the big dogs"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

A mathematician, with our eyes you wonder "can they see us"

I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

They claim it as their own, africa

You know you messing with a real nigga.

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

You receive #visible scars ya body divided and sliced up in the back of a seat

Cause my rhymes bust ya eyelids can you fuckin see?

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Said that shit before just makin sure you fuckin get me nigga

You talk a big game but you ain't shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite