This is a song about "Behzinga you little shit try to roast me kit"

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Wanna break ya off, come kit-kat you

Try to call me (try to call me)

Lets come up to my city

I feel whoever my challenger you would try to down me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

So when i utterly destroy you, try not to cry like a little bi...scuit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Bought a brand new car for my after party

You motherfuckers aint shit to me

So if you try to rap like him try me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Demanding all you rappers, try to rap circles around me,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

You can try to bomb me analyze but can't define me