This is a song about "Wannabes"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Two emcee wannabes, but one can actually spit something,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Overdosing wannabes posing sending them through convulsions

I find it amusing newbies and wannabes wanna do this,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Fuck yeah i tear through wannabes like you,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

I'ma finicky about being round you wannabes,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees