This is a song about "Steelers are better then the ravens"

If you ain't with it then you better stay on the low

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

The corporations are cold, but then it's awesome indoors,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Then i'll fuck your bitch, she'd better be on the pill though.

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Better then ceaser salad.

The master of this rap shit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Settin' to get better, the rest are less and i ain't havin' it

I dont understand why these niggas so vexed

Better then sex is what goes on next.

Make room for the groom married to his music

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.