Produced by UGP
Written by Richard Lee

I really like your songs... you know?
But I don't understand what you're saying...
Maybe cuz my mind's too slow...
But baby why don't you just say it slower??

Most of the times when I rap a song,
I make it so complex that people can't rap along,
Like jigga said I remain underground like a pair of cleats...
When 90 percent of you listeners only listen to beats.
The game's changing, the flows mostly from Drake and Wayne.
But then came along Kendrick Lamar and I can't complain,
A lot of rappers now lack the skill with like half the flow.
But then again to be a rapper now you don't have to flow...
What you wear and how you dance became half the show.
I guess that's the fastest way to cash, I'm the last to go.
But I know the road, and I rode alone...
I can't sing but I too could hold a noooooooooooooote...
Don't do it, flow so fluid, this music that I'm persuing,
is slowly becoming stupid. It's a big mistake...
Don't get it twisted though I'm not dissing Drake
I think his hits are great. And I like his music...
But they took his flow, and these cats misuse it.
Imma show you what it's like when the lyrics is tight.
I could tell you when a song took five minutes to write.
See I'm not trying to hate, but its hard not to.
When I'm here spilling my heart, while u spillin ur vodka,
I listen to Biggie and Pac while you listen to Flocka,
Screw lyrics, ill just give you a HUH, give you a BRRRAAKKKAAA...
But whoever's making the money at the end wins,
And at 18 I never dreamt I would say that,
Cuz while I'm here saying ehhh... I don't like what they sing.
They still cashing royalty checks just to buy a Maybach,
Now a days I have peers who make 80+ K,
My friend just bought his father a brand new mustang.
And I'm still broke so my father's heart man it must sting.
And I just think about how much shame that just must bring.
My own younger sister thinks I'm disgusting.
Thinks I go on tour just cuz I like to get my fix...
But truthfully, when you give me props I just blush - pink.
What kinda son can't get his mom a nice Christmas gift?
And this is it... Death to my arrogance,
Call me sell out, hate on me, do the comparisons,
I rapped for you long enough, now imma make tracks for them,
They're old school Koreans, so success is just some cash to them!
So Imma make the dough, but I won't sell the soul,
And I'll change the flow, but I won't change the show,
And this maybe the realest song that you ever heard.
I spit it extra slow, so u could understand my every word.
word....

I really like your songs... you know?
But I don't understand what you're saying...
Maybe cuz my mind's too slow...
But baby why don't you just say it slower??