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"

Now for a lot of you your like that's improbable,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

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

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

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

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

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