This is a song about "Compete"

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

You a little nigga that cant even compete

From the back seat, back seat

If you wanna compete,

Choke her make her bleed she's week tilt her head you know it's compete

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

If he does my soul to keep

Because nothing else can compete,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

This aint youre fight don't compete, unless your plots to get shot by a g

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Which compete with each other to complete the deceit.