You were walking alone to your trailer home when six dudes pulled up, eyes locked on you like a pack of wolves. More people crowded in, hyped for the show. The circle closed tight. One dude stepped up while another started beatboxing, the rhythm hitting hard.

C-Dot — Ayo, look at this clown, straight up a joke, Built like a pile of junk, thrown in the dump and left to croak, uh—yuh, Check them kicks, beat up like his face, Dumb as hell, couldn’t pass a test if his life was at stake, Look at him froze, like he stuck in a curse, Whole life a L, it can’t get worse!