This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Of impactful things one can ask for

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Dusted it off, and moved on

Pay dues like a hair salon

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

You fake ass rapers take the piss