This is a song about "Really mean rap"

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Every thang i spit i really mean that shit

And i mean really write

New school, old school outside

Ones but i didn't really mean it i wish i could go back in time lord and apologize

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

My racks was really stacks of novels and rap posters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

That dont mean i cant rap like im bulletproof

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

It doesn't mean that i can't rap just because i white

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more