This is a song about "How rappers are repetitive"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

New rappers are copies,how can you say that i'm wack?

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

It's stupid how we criticize these rappers like they're assholes,

It's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

I can always go home and look down my street

Look at these rappers how i rip em/

Shit, we don't believe none of them

No telling how many rappers

Talking about the god you serve

How my writtens are invigorating,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

All the other rappers are simple like retards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms