This is a song about "Other rappers"

Experiencing other rappers, that have never been to school

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Leave other rappers alone, and see how mean you can get

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

I’m struggling to make it while these other rappers breeze through

And i can't help but notice

Other rappers just hound us

But... i got what other rappers lack coz im whack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

All the other rappers are simple like retards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards