This is a song about "That s my niggas rap"

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Gotta say that my rap rhymes are

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Before a nigga finish put in the work

It's my last rap, these niggas know they're haphazard,