This is a song about "Beating you in rap"

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You don't fit in rap you're like a multicoloured merkin.

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

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You beating me is laughable,you not even half of me let alone fractional

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital

She caught up in my love triangle

Beating you, go on, tattle

Woo-hah, got you all in check

In this rap game you must be dead,

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

hoe please don't be comical possibility you beating me is improbable,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band