This is a song about "Boys who play you and send mixed signals"

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

So give me the rage before we kick your ass and send you home

Send you to the graveyard and char you with my fire blast

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

I'll play with words and blow you away

But more importantly taught me to pray

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Living out of a homeless shit

With words so mixed and twisted

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Send you back to earth with this, eat the grass and dirt!