This is a song about "U cant rap u aint got no slack"

And when im freezing, every track u best believe, that i never slack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I got alotta phones

U cant get louderthan headphones

I trust no man, you cant win but u aint joining me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Where you belong with your family

U aint never heard of me

Geek u cant out do me true indeed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..