This is a song about "Rotten disbelief"

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

But it's still cool just to dream man because

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record