they call me mr understood,
‘cause no one understands me.
but when i spit rhymes,
everybody buys my cd.
you get out of the car so slow,
how was i supposed to know?
you keep saying stuff behind my back,
then how come i got the #1 track?
i’m the og prima donna.
my rhymes bite like a piranha.
hotter than a sauna.
straight out of lackawannaaaaaa!