This is a song about "Look for the only rapper wih out a chain"

Look, duck goose duck goose, pick a fucking rapper out

I prefer your applause without a handout

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Are all bitten they look a bit shady i'm the only one out

Your the type to act like a rapper,

And then along came the wrong man for her

Empties out my soul cause, that's the only truth for me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain

I know im a wack rapper, whos rhymes are straight out the sewer,

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist