It's a bunch of rappers rapping
But they ain't saying nothing
They from a closet acting like they rhymes from a cupboard
It's a shame but I love it
You underground I'm above it
Watch your soul lil homie they'll mistake you for puppets
And when they do that Hermit and Piggy
Don't have a happy ending
Tell Satan bring it on when is this beginning
In control underarms spitting fire pits
Something like the youth in the Chi
Giving kids a hit
Shout out to Chancelor
Shout out to Mensa
At least somebody from that area got the answers
I'm just trying to build it up taking steps like a dancer
Smoking lalala like shout out David Banner
She looking for a nice guy
But I ain't got no manners
I do but not for her cause I don't understand her
I'd rather look to God and save love for my mama
It's a stone cold fact that Bill $aber is a problem
Stuff him in a tonka, honk em, then go bonkers
If you like sweet bars then really I'm Willy Wonka
If you want me on your label here's the deal that I'm tossing
10 mil or nothing n***a that's the only offer