This is a song about "The rage of another guy pursuing a female that i like"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy

I feel like another pile of lumber

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

My heart was torn apart, i need to find another female that has heart

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die