This is a song about "Austin you ain t shit"

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Crazy talking and foolish

Would look at us all the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

If you think what you see on t v's bad

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,