This is a song about "Scraps"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

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

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

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

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Searched endlessly to find a style that dispersed my scraps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks