This is a song about "You got em jokes"

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Like, i got the peel so tell them fruits i got the juice you can invite em and see (vitamin c)

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

She got perfect proportions playin em like organs

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

And i got 'em running miles,

Hop in and let me test drive