This is a song about "You re a scumbag"

So let me re-frame like a old picture wit a new face

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

And i'm a just take another guess

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

The whole point of recycling is to re use with a reason & rhyme

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,