This is a song about "3 girls age 12 and 13 and they want to make a band and become idols it all started when they were sitting under a tree and they were making lyrics"

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

To em, big, pac and jay, they were my top in greats

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

They knew who caused it and they wanted you in a grave

You said her raps were consistent and they just seem to correspond

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

And then i laughed so hard, cuz they were so whack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track