This is a song about "You ll"

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

They say that karats help your vision

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

You ll still be a prize winner

Even if you not a stripper

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick