This is a song about "Cowboy bebop"

Top ranked, number one my son

And me im trynna dance with one

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Scene set with me on the swing sets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I am here to mess up this thing

Shit, there ain't no telling