This is a song about "Couple of guys want me dead"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

And a couple of em use to be friends to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

All i want is a couple fucking dollars and a sandwich

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

He could be disguised as one of your very own guys

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

If i don't make that man there dance

Produce me a couple fans

And i got guys with eyes so dead they look to me for their thrills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

As my record label nitpicks at this

They all want a piece of me, but this is