This is a song about "Shit rappers"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Stayin' on it, while these superstitious rappers,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

You rappers approach me like your tough shit,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Of other rappers saying i ain't legit yet they lying shit is?

Judging rappers when his shit looks like they went through stigmata,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada