This is a song about "The interview"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

And for me it's reversed

Im the best your the worst

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Talking of the gods you serve

Across the face of the earth

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team