This is a song about "Ur lame im fame"

But im not leavin im going to grab ur son from elementary school,

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Everything i do.. i do it for the fame but im still the mother-fuckin same..

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

As i switch ur faith!,im holy like gate,n ur mother was just easy to mate,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Sorry we're not the same, unlike you im not a lame and now you feel the shame.

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

N ur bars shit!,so little brat quit!,,im up 2 slash ur ass with ma insights spit!,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,