This is a song about "You can t spiy"

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

You don;t thin anymore

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Got me quite open for a while

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Just take control if you can

Still the man with the pan

You can do what you want

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know