This is a song about "Retard lames"

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

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

Turned around, and then start erasing the lames with it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Sick of these lames who thinkin im with em,

The game isn't ment for lames like you

Raised by a momma who, who