This is a song about "Compete"

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

To be honest i wouldnt bother to compete,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Because nothing else can compete,

Me and my peeps often meet

No one wants to put the work in to compete but,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Compete against me and an ether is what you in for