This is a song about "Beatkings are shit"

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

You are not a king or queen your real shit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Stop this shit, not because you are a cheater everybody should be

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

Dude my fists are weapons, shit is kept in, this aggression,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin