This is a song about "At"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Now look at me than look at you

By the phone, no call

To love me at all at all

Swear i'm trying to get through

Will get at you, come get at you

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Flows keep comin at you at the speed of light

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

It shows i know a bit

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

I cannot be where you're at

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping