This is a song about "Disaster"

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Ambassador of disaster controversy flows thought my vascular

A real rap disaster, if you really wanna battle me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I feel another disaster in my bladder evertime i read another chapter,