This is a song about "Viewers are morons"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Blessed to be who they are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

And delete that weed you are

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john