This is a song about "Scraps"

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

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

Searched endlessly to find a style that dispersed my scraps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

I never smiled as a juvenile

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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