This is a song about "Challenger"

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Coming into this battle as the challenger

I feel whoever my challenger you would try to down me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'm the defender and you're the challenger, guess who's the superior?

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I'm the challenger, just waiting to blow up.

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Silly challenger, i know why they call you that

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

I'm challenger smashing, fracturing your amateur stature