This is a song about "Mason pilgrim"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

My dick worth at least a grand

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.