This is a song about "How rappers are repetitive"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Rappers in life dont have a clue how to stop me

Yeah come holla at your uncle

These rappers are edible

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

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

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

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

Your friends are left wondering how

Jt: no one to hold her tight

The other rappers are just alright,

I turn savage when rappers are half average

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch