This is a song about "Untalented rappers"

Who know this be the life that i really live

Leavin' these rappers spittin curses

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

I keep terrorizing rappers like osama

Better yet they work my every nerve

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

The richest place on earth

Fuck you other rappers

Small, but you talkin' big

These rappers are plastic

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I shoot seeds at rappers