This is a song about "A tramp"

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

And i don't rely on no bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Just a warning not a threat

My voice make her wet

Influences are a dime a dozen

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

A store that dosen't get a

Coroners comfort your mama

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

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium