This is a song about "You re b"

U about to get murdered b

They say nothings ever free

Rap is music with real substance b

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

I don't need no props b/

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Shit with our whole family

"could of cost your life b"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red