This is a song about "I got swag i am a killer i am a spitter"

I am a fucking wacko

One time for the 305, though

I am hanging there like a goof

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

I am proclaiming a change see

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I still am a nominee for std's overseas.

I am the killer, horror film addict i rhyme so much i don't need a filler,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops