This is a song about "Babe your mine"

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

These emerald evergreens in your eyes reflect mine

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

It's ironic, your eyes need more improvement than mine

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Your bars are meaningless when they're compared to mine

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade