This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

You know...you know who you are

Your on fire.. your on fire

You fake ass rapers take the piss

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Dusted it off, and moved on

My talent should take me places i've never been

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

Pay dues like a hair salon

Rolling with my yankees hat on

As we keep pushing on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Beat out all console space invader rapers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb