This is a song about "Being better than someone at somthing"

Do it, okay, okay

My flow better than cool j

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Its evident, im better than eleven men at everything

I shred better than any paper shredder, better than

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Find someone who is more than you

I call em up, they might fall through

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

We new passtime, and we feelin better than, better than the veterans/

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

At the thought of being popular