This is a song about "He is jassper"

All because he is white they think he can't rhyme, till he spit some shit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Nothing is impossible for him he won't quit he ain't a quitter

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

While he still shouts shit because he knows he is in no harm

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

He is here, i'm not afraid,

If i should die before i wake

Sweet, okay makes sense

All he gets is moral debts,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And what the fuck's he doing, is he crazy

I diss him he come out like he is bigger

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her