This is a song about "Rappers retire"

So you finally got the nerve

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

You never tire, might as well as inspire

They aren't any good so i hope they retire

Fuck with me you mine as well retire

When it comes to spitting that fire

No telling how many rappers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Fuck you other rappers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years