This is a song about "Scratch that"

Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

And ask me how was my night

Start form scratch and do a rewrite

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

I don't need no one to scratch my shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Yea, my middle finger to the law

Knowing nothing but to chew, scratch, 'n claw,

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Scratch out what ya got in that rap pad,

And just looked at the whole situation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win