TripOne - Derrick Rose [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Look, this is a cypher not a battle
But I could put a cactus in an asshole
If you wanna get your shit ripped, you doubtful
Hating on a rap flow, debating who's the last man standing
I understand, you sleeping cause I'm bashful
But damn dog, every last syllable gets crammed all
In my flows, I'm white trash with Axe all in my clothes
A lumberjack, so I smack axes at my foes
I was whack but now I sound black on tracks
And crackers act like "damn it, those are my goals"
I could paint Picassos with my eyes closed
And without either hands, you could tie those
I am the definition of survival
We all come from primates, I am in my prime though
I liked it better when I had competition
When I rapped on a mission
Lazy ass got half the ambition
Motherfuckers, y'all passion is missing
So I could lay back, not that much a difference
And the fact every track's is classic, never slipping
I don't wanna hear these fake rap faggots ever mentioned
Could you tell me when these fuckboys all start rapping?
You is just a parody, bitch, you Paul Jackson
I am not laughing, my list to attack
Put your lips to some tacks, turn your shit all black and blue
I am just a white boy, spit gold
The realest out with the mind of a skitzo
These hi hats sloppy cause I slipped the shit a roofie
And fucked up the beat so hard, you think somebody else produced it
But nah fam, I rape my own shit, that's incest
There's not a man alive that couldn't say that I been blessed
Cause if this was the real world, I'd probably be arrested
But in rap, murder's not just legal, it's recommended
So fuck it, I'm dunking in Timbs and jumping on rims
Til there's a State Farm agent looking like he's my twin
So if someone's sleeping on me, could you please let them know
That I'm the next best thing since MJ, Derrick Rose
And I treat the rest like Dikembe, get that weak shit out of here
I'll send you up into another stratosphere
These days, I'm packing up a briefcase
Leaving SB, teenagers screaming my B-day
And they got a story, how they know me
I am just the guy that told you
One day over time I'd blow up, time to show them
It's the loud-blowing town that I'm now rolling in
It's dark, going out, showing sin
Nudes up in the halls, shooters in the malls for LeBrons
Blowing O's like hooters in the bras
The whole alphabet spewing out my jaws
Y'all dank stank, I am rank Alpha to the dogs
And to the kids who say I spit too black
You gon' hate the verse I have up on that $wim$uit track