This is a song about "Cheating with raps"

& with thunderous raps i throw lighting in smacks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Im filled with integrity, keeping my raps locked in my brain mentally,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

I start all raps, with my heart collapsed

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Attack raps with the knife in the back

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox