This is a song about "Lord i am your punishment the punishment of god in if they had not of committed grate sin you would not of sent me upon them"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

But you not the one of a kind,open your eyes,

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

I really am the best, you may not think that because of the rest, this ain't no test

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I am not the 99 percent, i am not one of the rest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not