This is a song about "Your not ready"

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

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'll survive as i say "i'm not ready to die freddy you piece of fucking shit"

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I'm not an enemy or an entity that's ready to be reckoned with

The one eyed cyclops, from the hip hop black ops, ready or not i cant stop.

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Get you ready for your new job