This is a song about "Spitting rhymes with your brother"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I have a dream, i’m saying rhymes, spitting tight raps,

Chewing and spitting rhymes like grizzly, spit cup in my hand stiffly,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I'll get in your brother,

And i just want to hold her

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I never crack i got that chap stick

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc