This is a song about "Rap fuss"

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

They say we did this to ourselves so why even fuss

What influences you to rap

I'm from the number one place on the map

Still unravelling rap

Make the fingers snap

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

U fuss with the king of game n u crybaby a lot i've flair the axis that's it

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

And sense when because i rap,

The third one is mixed, white and black

He finally begins to rap,

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black