This is a song about "I wana fuck the rappers making this song"

But just when it gets good, she's gone

The whole essence of this rap song

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

I am not a person i represent an idea that you can be whoever the fuck you wana be civil liberties

Shit is on silent all day long

This is the end of my fucking song

Fuck you know this song might

It sends her on a trip so right

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

We at the top where we belong

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts