This is a song about "Rappers retire"

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Rappers try to act like me

Third ward general, young cash money

Let your body retire, tired of looking at you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Piling r.i.p"another of cheekos beaten rappers"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Oldest nation on this earth

Fuck you other rappers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I'm the buster of rappers.