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

I fucking hate the way that these rappers, they play the game,

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

With those crazy ass people at the county building

We're right back where we were from the fucking beginning.

Which you know i'm different, right

The other rappers are just alright,

That happen to act like a black president

They keep on sayin’ the same rappers are the best

They calling me the hottest in the game

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Where they are afraid of all the insults

Let's have a toast for this new love

I know the road i'm taking

Where the kids are raving

All the other rappers are simple like retards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards