This is a song about "Mtv cribs"

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

And my shit's ridiculous, it should be on mtv

I'm bigger than the code, i'm game genie

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

With you, my cd, and maybe mtv or something,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearsewestside was the war cry bustin off freely

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

People don't condone what they've never seen