This is a song about "You can t fly with me"

You don;t thin anymore

Im seated by the floor

Im so fresh with my lines you can call me glade.

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Head to school in my buick regal, lookin so fly you can call me a seagull,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

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

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one