This is a song about "A good disstrack that rhymes"

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

To get that good occupation

Its true that god considers my rhymes a sin

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

But then now, i'm a live cat that spit rhymes and i really love it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

From hollywood to the hood

That everythings fine, ok and good

I'm hooked on that good stuff

See, i'm just trying to focus

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb