This is a song about "Fuck micheal your rhymes are wack your on crack you fucking fag"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I'm a fucking animal , i chew on your fucking bones , my teeth, are laced with

A sucker punch, it's weak to make fun of you because your a fag/

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

I bash on your raps and i smash up your ass for your wack shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

The day before is better than the present

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,