This is a song about "Remembering rappers"

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

Talking about the god you serve

Leavin' these rappers spittin curses

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

I'm the buster of rappers.

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

You wack rappers can go lay

To throw it all away

Teach wack rappers how to spell

This is heaven on hell

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Remembering my past and how i felt back then.

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

Part of me though, is searching for answers