This is a song about "Rip"

And rip out your vocal cords,

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And i like my marijuana bright

I'll take your pride and rip it wide

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

Smack a bong, rip the gong

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,

Got tired of running from the police

Respectfully rip my conscience rest in peace,

Vijay singh and all of them

Look at these rappers how i rip em/

And i'm still hurtin over pops

So i can rip out your voice box,