This is a song about "Singers"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

A bunch a singers and sinners

Oldest nation on this earth

Relax then go back to rappad n write more spits/im a horde a lord of this here

Losing affection between my fingers, bashing on singers, whos lyrics lingers in my ear,

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

And stop / freeze for singers they can please

And i know - there'll never be peace

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes