This is a song about "Earth recycle"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Am so fly rite now. you are under the earth.

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

That's why my words are like escape to a heaven on earth,

Since the day of my birth, i've burdened this earth/

And you are not around like black fathers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

He birthed with the girth that's shakin the earth

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

But still has the perverse to coerce the earth

I should michael jordan these rappers

7 1 8 was where i entered the earth,

As i fall back down and through the earth

Strumming my pain with his fingers