These days rappers only talk guns and drugs, they all trying to act like thugs but they got a 9/5 like shit leave the mic, even I know when you shoot someone you wrap the body in a rug not go give their spouse a hug, shit so I guess I gotta set this straight, just wait: let me teach y’all about salvation, when I am done with you relaxation will be a foreign thought, because I would have taught you all to pick up the flow, stop doing some blow, maybe fucking increasing the knowledge of words you know, message your words gotta have for you to even fucking relate, Hell yall barely create, all your hard work is just to remade a rap done by some other MC and you trying to sign your name, shit that’s a shame. listen when real rappers come into the game they pull their pen then they write some shit down, that’s why they wear the crown and I am about to cause you to drown, having to pull your body out facedown, you were insecure in your rap ability but so confident in putting down your signature,this must be similar to good ol Donald Stealing quotes, I grab all these fake rappers by the throats and I will kick them off the boat to see if they float, maybe try them to write some shit and actually read it and maybe spit them bars, god it’s time for me to knock down your house of cards, your gonna need bodyguards, because I have mastered my art and I am gonna set fire to these hearts, here have some sweet tarts because I just made your death bittersweet... here sit down with me let’s make a spreadsheet, write some times for you to work on your rhymes, then you might start to climb, just give it some time, here’s a dime. don’t bother to repay me because all the pathetic fake rappers trying to find answers as if they are surgeons trying to cure cancer with a wind chime and they fumbling around as if they were blind... just keep this in mind, before you ever say your on the grind, make sure it was designed not resigned.