This is a song about "Beating you at rapping"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Beating you, go on, tattle

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

Tell me that you call that rapping

If he didn't have the price i'm asking