This is a song about "Unsigned rappers"

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Better yet they work my every nerve

No telling how many rappers

Now you got a masters

I'm the buster of rappers.

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

First i have potential, now i got them answers

I got a lot of manners

I shoot seeds at rappers

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

These rappers are plastic

Teach you how to rope a chick