This is a song about "Yo trila on this beat"

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Bitch, i sit on this beat with swagger

Yo,, this rap legend on this firkin editor

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

Yo as i sit listeng to the beat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

(let the beat ride) yo let the beat ride as recline inside

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

To me your unemployed on this beat

The revolution will proceed