This is a song about "Scraps"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Use to get the bone scraps now i get the good meat

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Blare recorders with static scraps but don't blame the orders when the matic taps.

Writing off scraps of the paper, know i might not make raps that are major

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Until all that's left is scraps, all bloody and dire

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Searched endlessly to find a style that dispersed my scraps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats