This is a song about "Your retrded"

Your gonna gratify

And i know that your supply

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

You don't mean that, you faggot

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Leave your running to your mamma,