This is a song about "Gudemolition derby"

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

Mimicking those who show the better route in life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Occupation is the game

I need to change the game,

My buzz is like cocaine

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

You doin everything to me to make my heart beat or race.

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Polemic ends the round with this fantastic shocking classic

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Gotta re-route over this hump,