This is a song about "Fake mc s"

You see, i'm not just your average mc

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Denni-c and the fucking great mc...

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Small, but you talkin' big

Rising higher than any mc

Yo your going up against the illest mc

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

I never though then i'd become an mc,