This is a song about "Artists"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

All these other artists don't got no independence,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Crushing the old school artists like boulders

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Like the anonymous "artists" who can't rap with a flow,

But i'm still envious bout you us artists/

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

With some lesbians that don't know english

Giving rap artists an early dismiss

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses