This is a song about "Defeat me"

Wage war with me you will face defeat

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat

The last time you came at me an got hit with defeat

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Trust in me you ready for a scary war, plus defeat

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Masterbigt i'ma say fuck you cause you were always a defeat

His story compels, but shrivels in defeat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

But then they end in defeat

I pray the lord my guns to keep