This is a song about "Your stupid raps"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Your raps are so brain dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Flow is wack, you thought hard when you wrote your raps,

Your raps would just miss me

Like hoes down in magic city

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

You're so stupid you should have your own race fool

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Got stretch marks like she got four kids