This is a song about "You ain t ready"

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Sneak up on attack

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Freddy, are you ready, we heavy, fresh buddha,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Ready yourself,cause i'm gonna rip you all.

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall