This is a song about "Killing these rappers"

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

Its these rappers who made hip hop unfold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Im how these other rappers outa be

Chillin' with homies and family

To kill these rappers who be talkin madness.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Or who did, cause i did

These rappers are plastic

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/