This is a song about "No scope"

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

Ain't no women at the shows

No, no, we are not those

With a lyrical scope

New canvas she need a new stroke

No more money, no more fame

Through all the rain and the pain

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

That's see no hater, hear no evil

No lames, no lies, no compromise

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

No conscience, no need for resilience

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket