This is a song about "Blake s competition with nick"

Rule number one eliminate the competition

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

I'm causin ruins crumbling competition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Some type of competition

Catch you up on places i've been