This is a song about "Being an emcee"

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Its like being held in shackles with an ocean front view to humiliate

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

You call yourself an emcee, i call you a poet,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

A freak, he's a beast unleashed, an emcee who just eats beats,

While i may not be, the best emcee

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

Fresh out the airport

East shore part emcee part sword

If your an emcee then that makes me a lyrical genius with hook's like dempsey

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees