This is a song about "Sonic the hedge hog"

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

When it's all said and done

The bigger the the fun

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick