This is a song about "Unsigned rappers"

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Talking about the god you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

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

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

But i just wanna make love to your mind

I'm the buster of rappers.

The richest place on earth

I started spitting at the age of thirteen unsigned

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

Rappers try to act like me

Oops, i'm so sorry

Underground unsigned gunner/

And take ya'll supper