This is a song about "Respect the craft"

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

I am hip-hop. past, present and future

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

That's why i respect him instead of the bachstabbing motherfuckers,

My father inspired me, he influenced me, he was the one who deserved my respect.

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

The lack of respect that this man,

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

The drugs he tried to buy. he mined like craft. never laughed.

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I wanna get respect i wanna be in the grates,

Respect is the wrong word

Fuck what you heard

With a little bit of passion

I respect the work you put in,