This is a song about "Girl rappers"

Stayin' on it, while these superstitious rappers,

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

Breakdancing to melle mel

Teach wack rappers how to spell

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

I'm the buster of rappers.

Talking of the gods you serve

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

No telling how many rappers

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years