This is a song about "Motha fuckers"

Of finding myself as an individual

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Mother fuckers what you do,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

Three times cause fate had my side

Cut the fuckers up black or white