This is a song about "The beatles"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Talking about the god you serve

What's the point? what's the reason?

White with a badge or anyone

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I am the light in the pit the slim in the fit the foundation of this rap domestication

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

In the face of the outside.

But there's nothing else inside