This is a song about "My staff"

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

These my rhymes and my story

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh