This is a song about "A weeaboo called sarah"

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

It's called "choosin to lose", take a fall mc.

This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

To a harder prescription drug called valium like, yeah that's great

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things