This is a song about "Jish your slacking"

Got a killer flow from the llama

Leave your running to your mamma,

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Now that's what you call a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Searching for fortune and fame

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your on fire.. your on fire

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

So we can live again

Blasting off and slacking off/

Please hold your applause