There's Two Elements To Rap:

The Game Got These Old Handprints On It, But Imma Be The One To Pour Cement On It.

I've Been Down This Road Before And Yeah I Skidded But Forget It

I'm Like A Waiter And You Something Like A Hater With Trays In Both Hands, Place An Order I Can Cater.

She Says I Know You Changed, I Never See You Cause You Always Busy Doing Thangs

Girls Countin On Me To Be There Like Missin Rubbers.