This is a song about "Brody tate"

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

Why probe our ass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

But guess what!? its game over bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

This shit's smack who you kiddin'?

This is my ambition

Cause its not a game when you playing with elites

In private, not public in the streets

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus