This is a song about "Fuck rappers"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Upon rappers that don't show expression

We gotta get back to what really matters

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

This site cant fuck with me,i wrote this in my slippers, eating rappers like its dinner

I don’t give a fuck about you bragging rappers packing heat,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

No telling how many rappers

The richest place on earth

Flow is so dominant beating rappers

Part of me though, is searching for answers