This is a song about "Ur lame im fame"

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

When im done shove her down the stairs and make you listen to her scream ur name,

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Yea, ill have u captivated/ once im activated/ take ur brain and penetrate it/

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

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

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool