This is a song about "Like for arate"

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

For anything less than better, it's like methamphetamine

I eat emcee's like you for breakfast daily,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

And you don't eat, like bitch for real

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

Good kids make bad grown ups

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.