This is a song about "How s don t got stile"

I'm about to snap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

And modify your opinion

And that´s how it has begun

How they got beef with keef

And all my childhood memories

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

And at best all they do is distract me but now

I got my scythe sharpened now, soon you will be asking how,

You reflect in this heart of mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score