If you want it you can get it mother hubbard it's on,
You write to beats, but it's not battle rap & sure as fuck ain't a song,
You try spit flames but it backfires, over gassed up n it's wrong,
I spit flames, fuck a volunteer fireman, you'll be a compulsory one,
If it's 50 per person for a table of 10,
Something's telling me it's not a crazy event,
Sounds more like a barn dance - you copped a stable for rent,
blew your welfare cheque n then stayed in a tent,
Facts tho, that's the first shit of yours I read n then smiled,
Cuz 1 bottle of henny between 10 - incredibly wild,
What have I learned? That you think singing destiny's child
while being 10 deep & tipping the bouncers for protection is style