This is a song about "Words rhyme spit struggles weed doing better fuck haters"

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

So all you haters better pipe down

Every rhyme you ever spit

I got some fire and shit

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Fuck ya'll haters, just open the fucking door

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Run for cover and return fire

Rhyme better than mine--i am nicer

Wants to fuck with cause if so, you better lay low cause i spit fire with desire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for