This is a song about "My favourite carvery"

My words are my rhythm

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You just working with the scraps you was given

The real muscle in the message of that

Oh wait but this one's my favourite

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Off your favourite flavour packet of crisp

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Good love then i can do that for her

They calling me the hottest in the game

My cash effected, my brain insane,