This is a song about "You stuck"

Your stuck bad luck. you dont know who you messing with, this my

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

When you pull that thang out bitches get stuck like darts

Ay yo you wonder who i are

You stuck the shortest moder

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

I just wish you could have stuck it out.

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

You probably got stuck in writers block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Glad its you and not me stuck up there in the hot seat.