This is a song about "Scraps"

Searched endlessly to find a style that dispersed my scraps

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

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