This is a song about "Beating you at rapping"

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Haven't seen the world in so long

And hope they like what you rapping,

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

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping