This is a song about "My names teeky"

And i wont stop rapping til' my names on every station

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

There's probably a whole group of other names

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

Early adapters agree they all late

I got so many niggas i can't remember all they names

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains