This is a song about "Jay and silent bob"

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

And y'all kind of talk about but they're truly silent rhymes,

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

So now you apologize and your silent

Secret society all we ask is trust

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Jay-z and kanye west, maybe they’re just tryna distract it

But, i ain't slim shady, i'm tupac mixed with jay and them,

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,