This is a song about "Ya level is 2grade homie"

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

So i won't stop 'till i drop and then hip-hop's level is back,

Homie i gotta stop ya,

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

But the thing is homie theres no easy way

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak