This is a song about "You fucking out of ideas"

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

Girl listen when you ready for good loving, instead of hood fucking

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Cause you can make reality out of fiction