This is a song about "Rip"

So i can rip out your voice box,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Dead or alive you're schrodinger's rip off,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

The fucking college trying to rip me off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Now ill rip myself on these beats

Or rip off the net to listen too

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

I'll rip it up inside yo pad mayne