This is a song about "Shitting on rappers"

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

K tryin' to explain, fake rappers are on the reign

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Explicit is how i spit it shitting on em like a pidgeon

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Shit they rappers you worship is on some pathetic spit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot