This is a song about "Rap ya dead"

Call it double time runnin circles round ya dead last

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

See you're involved with rap yet ya don't wanna touch it,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

But if ya knew real rap you could see this great rap as a reward.

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Scratch out what ya got in that rap pad,

And yea i did warn ya im the rap stalker

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

That rap is mostly dead/

I respect that you don't know yet

Living dead sees ya, comin for your flesh he's the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga