This is a song about "You aint nothing like the rest"

What could you do ?if it was up to you

Put you to rest and go for the rest of your crew

Is the rest true, is my death due, to join the rest of you?

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

You aint tight cause you like it right

These shows be packing tight

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Spit you out like chewing gum cause you aint nothing but chum

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

A hundred fuckers are nothing. not me, believe in the rest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

You were the one i chose, out of all the rest.

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

They like boy wont you get your rest on