This is a song about "To deep"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

But deep inside their artistic skill just wanted to be heard

To think of something deep and how it would rhyme

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

I'm coming at you from the other side, 'bout to take you for a ride deep inside

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Now let us start to preach, with a tale to scar you deep

Spiting out rhymes so fast you'll have to take a deep breath to maintain

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Deep into the ground causing it to quake