This is a song about "I m so em"

So ironic how they call me cracker, i could crack 'em back,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

So i now understand why some of em had to hustle

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

My raps pierce into you so i call 'em drills.

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Like makaveli i hit 'em up, so stay low key,