This is a song about "You re not the squishy"

Just re upped now the refer reappeared

If you feel it, it must be real just

Had to re align and not resign

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

I am just an artist

But not the kind you think,

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine