This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

Aight, keep going, on and on

That's word to my mom

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Beat out all console space invader rapers

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Relying on myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

Pay dues like a hair salon

Make nigga turn his rage on

' alright, already, the show goes on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

I said i'm hurting her

Your on fire.. your on fire