This is a song about "Overrated rappers"

This is the root of all evil

None of you rappers are equal

Fuck you other rappers

Know just what your worth

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

These rappers are plastic

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Talking of the gods you serve

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

I shoot seeds at rappers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Many overrated rhymes to mock where should i start

No one knows what to say

You wack rappers can go lay