This is a song about "We are best rappers"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Except for kid, the best that did the shit for all the wack rappers,

I turn savage when rappers are half average

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Welcome to hell part three, where we adolf all these rappers

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

All the other rappers are simple like retards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Too many rappers are on my hit list

My women be in the newest

Rappers like that, they are publicly used,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet