This is a song about "Reference point"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Straight to the point/integrating philosophy,

I got terrorists writing citing me as a reference

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Verse full of stereotype reference, get a sense

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

No point in hanging on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Point my lance as if i'm jousting

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Never said i was a role model so don't point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed