This is a song about "Where are the fucking lame rappers"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Half of the rappers are soft as a marshmellow all puff

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Is just so fucking lame.

Searching for fortune and fame

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Where they are afraid of all the insults

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

On me rappers got nothing,back of the line is where there shoved in

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win