This is a song about "Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor wit aids blood dripping from it ripping your stomach up from the waist up you talk a lot of junk but you was never ill though i m strong enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow tipped over some cows just"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Know there's a lot of artists but i got the best palette to destroy you

And some day ill have a job you can only dream of

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Take a seat, while i verbally beat you to death

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Of flavors made to make you look lamer than a 7-up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels