This is a song about "Scratch"

Now you got me hopped up on that

Scratch out what ya got in that rap pad,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy