This is a song about "Jeers"

Hitting up yahoo answers after school to deride masta ace as derivative crap

Beside the game waiting for the day it'll be my time to aim.i put my soul into this rap

Im liable to spit cold fire

My papa saw that sad anger wire

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Droplets like hailstorms of napalm, the flow was pressured like severed faucets