This is a song about "All that remains"

The fact that it's all bogus

By a brotha who was hopeless

And what remains from a emotionally scared fool

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

They killed hip hop dead, but ill save the remains

In my throat remains a lump,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

But my name remains even tho i changed

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,