This is a song about "Rapping about bitches"

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Started caring about my self than my rapping career

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Bitches it's randy, bringing a stampede over the tracks that im rapping!

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

(what about her son?) c'mon that bitches mistake must too, be undone/

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

To tell you about education and rapping, you have neither

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this