This is a song about "Retard lames"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Aint no escapin my bars pound you on your chest like frustrated retard

The game isn't ment for lames like you

And if i do go you better come through

And these lames will forever hate/

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Was calling me a retard

Ur just a retard mothfcker ive seen after a long day,

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Instead of your crap which is made by a slap to a bitch you retard

And informing all you lames that i may not appear as major

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her