This is a song about "Rap without swearing all the time you fucking bastard"

To all you haters, i fucking expect the plastic assets,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.

Cause im the fucking king of rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You gangster acting bastard.

Pink drank on, sprite work

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

I'm a fucking ticking clock, you can't defuse the time

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I've never heard your name rap name you rap bastard,it doesn't matter

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that