This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Beat out all console space invader rapers

My sim card's the bomb

Light the way, lead us on

Maybe we shoulda held on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

That's word to my mom

"hurry up, the cams on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And just keep livin on