This is a song about "Mike a drunk who loves the chatline and beer but hates black people"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Fucking loves me, but who doesn't, im for real

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Her body and you know she loves you but shes a corny hoe now get ready to

Smoking so much weed and im having a beer/

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

It's made for the people who wants to ditch school, but

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Plus the underground hates if your raps ain't a dictionary,

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part