This is a song about "Struggling to become a famous rapper"

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Your the type to act like a rapper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Find a easier rapper to battle in combat,

Broke rappers struggling to get through

And word i blew off herb i grew

And i'm just struggling to adjust

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

This is a place for self improvement to become rap fluent/

Go on this sight for a daily basis. i hope one day enough to make me famous.

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for