This is a song about "Your lyrics lame"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Illustrate that your lame and your shrouded hourly,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

But your lame frame is too easy to tame

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

When you write your lyrics your going to go mental,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

I'll shoot those lyrics out your palm, never been doubted wrong,

They slim shady you must be crazy your lyrics

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Your mind cant even come to close to disperse verses impale lyrics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse