This is a song about "Your a tramp"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

As i light one for ill will

Your a show without a channel

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

And you could find interest

Your a good mc, im a lyricist,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Put your face in a book

Inside your minds a bruised ego

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.

Catch you up on places i've been

Got your girl in a submission