This is a song about "You re raps aren t lyrical"

And i love you all

You don;t thin anymore

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

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Escaping all of you racists, re-shaping this occupation... nigga

If you think what you see on t v's bad

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

But really we're just lyrical, our raps are dope like nicotine,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream