This is a song about "Scraps"

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Searched endlessly to find a style that dispersed my scraps

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

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

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps