This is a song about "A hard rap about a greasy kid"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky

The day a kid gets signed

Soldiers lost their mind

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

Know i just call it head phone

Raising a kid on your own

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

It’s hard out here for a bitch, it’s hard