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"

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

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

Until your lungs are compressed from a loss of breath of me impressing you//

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Off styles i select from anyone i choose to get you a bit of direction

Cuz i learned in life bein a faker dont do nothin but put you in

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

You gotta a lot of big words, but your rhymes are full of non sense.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

But you happen just to use it for a storm of aggression

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

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

You maybe have a lot of things that are wrong but there nearly deadly

Due to my underselling no i did not get that bentley