This is a song about "Emcees"

It's obvious i'm crazy

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

For tryin' to communicate through a song

All emcees wishing u to be gone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

You pussy emcees need to get a taxi home

But newer emcees grew new views/

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Till i make all emcees love me

We might be back in this baby