This is a song about "Real emcee"

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Best rapper out there but i'm still yet to emcee

A writer, producer, actor, rapper, an emcee

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Then rinse and repeat on every emcee with one single breath

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Writing my rhymes like a real emcee should

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You had to write a million lines,to state ur an emcee?

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

It's all i am is a mean emcee