This is a song about "Inferior rappers"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Politicians to stand and fight, making accusations to inferior races,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Other rappers should beware of me

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

Talking about the god you serve

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

I think you pigs are inferior watch me burn down this fucking town

Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

I shoot seeds at rappers

Talking of the gods you serve

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters