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"

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

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Due to my underselling no i did not get that bentley

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Had a lot of em but i miss the ones with you the most,

Couldn't hurt a fly, yet you talk all slang, your rap made up,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck