This is a song about "Money life rap haters"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Fuck rules, skate life, rap, write, repeat twice

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

I got those haters facin death they ass lookin for a life line

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

And you, lames ain't willin' to lose your life over rap