This is a song about "Rip spider"

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

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

Rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I was born to do the damn thing

Rip this shit like cling film

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Fuck you man,i'm gonna rip you,

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Don't gotta wait long

Smack a bong, rip the gong