This is a song about "Site"

Here comes a blast or two for the isnpiration site

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

You gotta a posse suckin you on this site

You wrote a blog on a rapping site

Dc cabs got my pops alright

A site where my attitude doesnt affect my career.

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I'm new to this site but i see talents not needed,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

I understand you don't get my lyrical exellence half the people on this site