This is a song about "Shit rappers"

And compared to real rappers you ain't even shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Stayin' on it, while these superstitious rappers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Except for kid, the best that did the shit for all the wack rappers,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I'm the buster of rappers.