This is a song about "Beating you at rapping"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

It's the don rapping at the dawn

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

So i infect my brain with direct insane pain, beating you till there's no remains

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

And my grandmother dying

You ain’t rapping you're fighting