This is a song about "Sheen s raps are lame"

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

I'm still winning like sheen

Miami nights, it was all a dream

My raps were straight up lame, i didn't have a flame

I rather give you my last to see you live again

On top of that, i’m broke

My raps are nothin but dope.

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Your raps are all askew

No soup for you