This is a song about "A smackdown"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Influences are a dime a dozen

Mind your motherfucking business

Spit a poem or a diss

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

What a bummer, what a drag

The third one is mixed, white and black

Do you a need a donation

You can disown him or stone him

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And it rules everything around them

I'm a pro your a minor,

Of impactful things one can ask for