This is a song about "We are the rappers"

Account the amount we are paid

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Half of the rappers are soft as a marshmellow all puff

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Y'all similes is literal shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

African queen got what you need

The other rappers are just alright,

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died