This is a song about "Rip it"

I got to rip it over, spit it sober, lip it under my tongue

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

I'll rip it up inside yo pad mayne

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Or ill rip out your spinal cord,walk on it like vinyl floors,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

So i rip it up and start a new mode and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand