This is a song about "Beating dave in rapping"

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

We symbolize in surprise rapping in overdrive its our rise to the sky

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I miss the better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Rapping is a career which i wanna get in

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Only if i'm rapping, my vision in the booth

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im beating rappers daily

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die