This is a song about "Fake rap off"

When you rap it sounds like you've beaten off a piece of meat that's to big to chew

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

War is not peace it never ever was now were are learning all the wars like the scores really matter

Fake backpacker, you'd be a whack rapper, i'm a rap stacker, i handle beef faggot i'm a beef racker!

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

You can think i'm a fake,

When the club gets played

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

And i've been thinking bout you

And crap rap took off and flew/