This is a song about "Artists"

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Giving rap artists an early dismiss

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

We do our hardest cuz we're artists, it's an every day drill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Not all artists are painters

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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