This is a song about "Peice of shit fatha"

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Tired of all the waitin' shit, and tired of all the hatin' shit

This towns full of bull shit

No car key and i mean that

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

A little piece of shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Shit, that's most of america, with neighborhoods devastated,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

Shit its out of the question

Me and my microphone could be one