This is a song about "Better at rap"

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

My little brother could rap better than you

Your ignorant feeble attempts at rap leave me stabbing at your flesh

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I'm the hottest at this shit no one better

I got something you've been waiting for

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Better begin, again with the meddling, turn the tap on the rap/

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Ass backwards, at last on these rap actors