This is a song about "My gal shez not like the rest"

That right its tiny, but bitch the rest of my is big

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us

Like immortal technique, diabolic, and the rest,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Above the rest i need some things off my chest

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Use my stiletto flows? not the shoes, no, more like the knife.

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Is the rest true, is my death due, to join the rest of you?

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Me for the rest of my life