This is a song about "Scraps"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

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

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.

Searched endlessly to find a style that dispersed my scraps

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

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

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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