This is a song about "You have a mophead"

You have never heard a rap phrased

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

These words spout you have a creativity drought

Hopefully the next album can help me out

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

You have lifted us to a greater height

Jokes on you i don't have a car

You're in a seminar

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

What a desperation, you have no authorization.

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Tell me you have a cure

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour