This is a song about "Jay z faggot"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Im not jay-z but i guess i got my swagger back

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Jay z, talib kweli, mos def, rocked to the tip top,

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

As for iggy better than jay-z can sweet him any day

Cause its eminem, jay z, then me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Forgive me jay z i had to borrow the flow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

With out people like reggie, jay-z, tupac and biggie

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity