This is a song about "Yelling"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

They yelling "curse us" cause they can't stand the bandits,

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

Im sinister with the lyrics,but you know i'll kill everybody till its just me yelling uno,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Kids all yelling, "sids back!" when i say i know

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams