This is a song about "100 rap songs"

Hallow be thy name

Your songs are so fuckin lame

They use violence but i murder with my songs

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I make 100 millions without a robbery

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

Wussup with all these love songs?

Shots, they back and forth

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,