This is a song about "Rip it"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Despite the critics, my rhymes'll rip it since i'm lethal with writin'

Up a flower rip it to shreds

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Dont vibe with bums... i'll bite my tongue and rip it out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

It didn't help a bit, grab a razor let it rip

I'll tear my fucking hear out, rip it up, and then store it or,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

So i rip it up and start a new mode and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it